Her Beginning

[Crestshot]

There was once a young English girl who grew up in the high life. She had all she could have ever wished for; her parents provided everything, she was beautiful, and she now had a handsome, powerful new husband. She did not love him, but she did not care, for he was a Navy Officer, and with that, brought power.

One day, her husband comes into her room where she is reading quietly tales of true love and adventure. He has been ordered to the Caribbean to help deal with the ever growing troubles there with pirates. The girl gets excited, for this may be the adventure she has always secretly hoped for. This may be the adventure she reads about quietly in the night when her husband and all of the servants have gone to sleep. Even though she would have had no choice in the matter anyway, she agrees to come with her husband to the Caribbean.

The journey, however, did not go as planned. The men aboard her ship did not like her presence there with them. They feared that she would bring bad luck, just as all the stories and legends told. Unfortunately for her, they were right. Bad luck did not come to the ship specifically, but came to her, and her alone. When they were almost to the shores of Port Royal, her husband blamed her for betraying him. He believed that she had cheated on him with one of the crewmembers. Despite her begging and pleading, she was immediately thrown into the brig until they could port. Her husband called her a stupid woman, repeating the warnings of bad luck that women bring onto ships. The woman cried that night.

Sometime during the night, the ship docked at a place that was not Port Royal, and she was thrown into a jail cell with only the measly clothes on her back. Her husband abandoned her and she fell into a sleepy haze after she hit her head falling onto the floor of the cell.

She woke up to someone poking her and to some sort of ugly black hair dragging across her face. When she opened her eyes, she found a man staring at her as if she was a curious new species. He warned her that she should get herself together, for there was cannon fire close by. She figured it was her scum husband being shot at by pirates. ‘Good riddance,’ she thought to herself as she brushed herself off. At that moment, she was glad that the pirates were there to help her with her revenge. She wished she could give it herself, but knowing that man was being attacked was good enough for her.

At that moment, she realized what her mindset had become. It was that of her adventure stories, of the things she had always wanted. Well, this hadn’t exactly been the way she had been expecting to gain her dream, but it was good enough. She swore herself against the world that had abandoned her on a scrap of an island. She swore that she would never use the name of that horrible man again. She swore herself to be a pirate. Who was this young woman? The once powerful Lady of England, Katherine Randolph, then became the severe pirate, Kat Crestshot.