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A Pirate's Life For Me {Angel & Poohead}

The mystery woman was expecting an answer from this young girl, but she didn't expect a sword to be placed at her throat. Looking upon the silver (and greatly finished) blade, her gaze trailed up to the Englishman looking upon her with a stone-cold glare. Hearing his order, she coolly let the medallion fall from her hand, as she raised both of them up halfway, and stepped away from Abigail's laying form, to her full height of five-foot, seven. "Abigail", she heard what appeared to be the governor exclaim, as he kneeled down to help the girl to her feet. "Are you alright?", he continued while wrapping his coat around her form to at least keep her warm from the cold water dripping from her damp self.

NATM: The Newest Twist In History { Angel & Tajjus }

This was one unfortunate (and an interesting) turn for her first night: the giant escapes from her fellow pioneers' binds. First, the "Iron Horse" fails to splice his head, then the binds break to fully secure the "beast".
Annie felt an almost feared sign creeping up on her, but she didn't willingly show it towards Jed. The cowboy's horse that she stood next to, began to whinny and kick up its legs wildly, as the giant man began to sit up from the floor of the exhibit. "Whoa!", she managed to exclaim as she grabbed the horse's reigns to calm it down, but it wasn't enough to cover up the sight. Seeing Jed eventually get off of it, she followed him, and his sight, to the floor below the stand.

Below were thousands and thousands of other tiny figures, who appear to be miniatures like herself and Jed. However, these "other miniatures" had a strange attire to them, looking like armor that was far beyond pioneer times.

"Prepare the catapults"

Annie heard what seems to be the leader of this strange pack before her sight. She remembered Jed telling and warning her about their feud with the Roman diorama right next to their own, and she took it seriously to not let one of them cross into the "Western" border. Although, there have been moments where she would reconsider on the feud; that it wasn't necessary.

A Pirate's Life For Me {Angel & Poohead}

Just by seeing the young girl cough up the water, the mystery woman knew for a fact that the damn corsets made for the English women, were not suitable in a place like Port Royal. Many times, she has worn tight corsets, but that didn't she would wear one now. Or ever, for that reason.

The brunette tossed the torn corset aside, so it was laying next to Abigail. Impressed and dumbfounded, the sentries didn't speak for a moment. "Never would have thought of that", one of them admitted. "Clearly, you've never been to Singapore. Impressed?", she rolled her eyes before looking back at the young girl laying before her. But before she thought of anything else, something gold, with a skull, was right before her, exposed. Taking the round medallion in her hand, she looked back to Abigail. "Where did you find this?", she softly demanded.

A Pirate's Life For Me {Angel & Poohead}

The brunette-haired woman and the sentries looked over the side of the ship and notices an unconscious Abigail sinking deeper into the water. "Can you save her?", she asked them in curiosity. "I can't swim", he simply answered as his comrade shakes his head. Neither does he? So be it. Not surprised, the female gave a groan of frustration. "Prides of the King's Navy, you are. Do not lose these", she first scoffed before handing them her pistol, and sword belt. Climbing onto the railing, she dove into the water.

As Abigail drifts down, still unconscious, her round necklace slipped loose from her bodice. Except it wasn't just a necklace. As it turns slowly, a skull was visible. A shaft of filtered sunlight hits it, and it glints. Trying to register what's going on, the sentries looked at each other, before a gust of wind comes up, and they looked at the British flag, holding their hats. Nearby, Norrington rushes down to the pier, being followed by his men.

Abigail's unmoving form hits the bottom of the shallow ocean. The brunette-haired woman swam down to her as fast as she could, and eventually wrapped an arm around her. The girl's weight was light, which helped her rescuer get a better advantage. Making for the surface, she struggled, making slow progress. The dress this girl was wearing was too heavy, and the water was weighing them down. Forced to be submerged, she forced it open, and skinned Abigail out of it, kicking it away, leaving her in her elbow-sleeved underdress.

As she surfaced, the brunette was exhausted, as the sentries helped her haul Abigail out of the water. Laying the girl carefully on her back, the sentries tried to check if she was breathing. "She's not breathing!", one of them called out. "Move!", pushing them aside, the brunette slips one her knives from its sheath. Kneeling over the unconscious girl, she slit the corset down the middle with it, and forcefully yanked it open to allow Abigail to gain air for her crushed lungs.

A Pirate's Life For Me {Angel & Poohead}

Unaware of the scene behind them, the mystery woman continued on her usual cunning maneuvers as she was leaning on one of her forearms against the deck's side-rail. It was one of those tricks where she would charismatically drive people into conversations and inspire them. "...and then they worshipped me", she finished with a shrug, just until they hear the sound of something hitting the water, narrowly missing the jagged rocks, making them turn their attention to the source of the sound.

A Pirate's Life For Me {Angel & Poohead}

Meanwhile, at a dock, the mystery woman made her way down, trying to cooly pass two marines who were on sentry duty. When she was about to saunter passed them, they were immediately alert, running up to block her path. "This dock is off-limits to civilians", one of them told her. "I’m terribly sorry, I didn’t know. If I see one, I shall inform you immediately", she cooly said with a hint of innocence in her accented voice as she tried to move around them, but they blocked her again. How was she going to do this? Now, she knew.

"Apparently there’s some sort of event up at the fort, right? How could it be that two upstanding gentlemen such as yourselves, did not merit an invitation?", she half-curiously asked them. "Someone has to make sure this dock stays off limits to civilians", the other marine responded to her. "And that's a fine goal, sweetheart, but it seems to me, a ship like that", she gestured to the Dauntless in the distance. "...makes this one a bit downgraded, really", she commented while gesturing to the Interceptor, perched at the dock.

"The Dauntless is the power in these waters. But there’s no ship that can match the Interceptor for speed", one of them said to her as he talked about the ship. "I’ve heard of one, supposed to be very fast, nigh uncatchable...the Fancy", she gave a breathed out the name. Clearly, they were confused. Not ringing a bell. "A ship with torn, black sails. Captained by a man, who's so evil, that hell itself spat him back out", she told them with grim in her eyes.

One of them scoffed. "No", he chuckled with amusement. "It's a real ship, you know", the other told him. "I've seen it. Black sails, it had", the other turned to him. "Oh? And no ship that's captained by a man so evil that hell itself spat him back out could possibly have black sails, therefore couldn't possibly be any other ship than the Fancy. Is that what you're saying?", he patronized him. None of them noticed the woman slipping past them unnoticed as they continued to argue. "No", he answered.

"Like I said, there’s no ship that match the Intercept..", he trailed off when he noticed that she wasn't there. Looking around, they spotted her standing at the wheel of the Interceptor, casually examining the mechanism. "Hey! You!", she looked over at them with exaggerated, innocent surprise. They hurried towards her and raised their guns at her. "Get away from there! You don't have permission to be aboard!", they told her. "I’m so sorry, it’s just...it’s such a pretty boat. I mean, ship", she innocently corrected.

"What's your name?", one of them asked. "Smith. Or Smithy, if you like", she responded casually. "What's your purpose in Port Royal? And no...lies", they demanded. She just smiled coyly with charm. "Alright. It is my intention to commandeer one of these ships, pick up a crew in Tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder, and otherwise, pilfer my weasely black guts out", she answered with a bit of a ramble. "We said, no lies!", one of them told her. "Think she's telling the truth", the other said. "If she were telling the truth, she wouldn't have told us", the other argued. "Unless, you wouldn't believe the truth even if I told it to you?", the mystery woman cut in as they seem to consider it. It wasn't exactly the truth...

The Nine Worlds End ("The Raven King" Sequel) { Jazz & Angel }

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NATM: The Newest Twist In History { Angel & Tajjus }

Annie didn't have to tell Jed what went wrong at the moment, and she most definitely didn't need to admit to him that it was "good". It turned the situation into a predicament that would put his leadership into question...in her point of view, at least. In truth, Annie didn't know how long he has been doing this, but she didn't want to assume that his leadership was terrible, but he was a leader who tries to do things that are best for his people. They were her people too; she was the SIC of the diorama, and the "so-said" surrogate little sister of the cowboy.

Wincing at the Jedediah's failure, the Annie turned her wavy, back-lengthed, blonde-haired head to look back at the cowboy on his horse in pity, to the point to place a comforting hand on his knee.

"Okay, that's enough"

The cowgirl heard the giant man say, before turning her attention to see it start to break the restraints holding him down to the exhibit floor.

"Jed!", Annie said to get the cowboy's attention on what to do now, as she watched the giant.

NATM: The Newest Twist In History { Angel & Tajjus }

The cowgirl did find herself in a predicament that was far beyond, even her own control. It was true; she wasn't the one in charge, although there have been times where she would do so behind Jed's back. If she was being honest with herself, half of the cowboy's brain was riddling with the word "crazy"; not that she will admit or tell him any time soon.

"Thank you"

She heard the giant say, and Annie felt relief in her chest, and made the gesture of a sigh quietly...for the moment. But just by hearing his outburst, Annie was, on the inside, getting anxious. Not that she was completely, but she was slightly curious on the verdict. The "Iron Horse" was going so fast on the track, Annie allowed her eyes to slightly widen as it came closer to its intended target.

However, for their world was miniaturized, that meant the train must be small too, explaining that it just bumped Larry's face, and fell over on its side, off the track. Just by seeing it, Annie made a wince at the impact.

A Pirate's Life For Me {Angel & Poohead}

Against the sky, a womanly figure is standing on a yardarm, wearing suggestive clothing that seems to resemble a Western saloon girl; a lace-trimmed, ivory-colored tank-corset with an addition of tight, long-sleeves, and a matching short mini-skirt stopping at her upper thighs. Attached to her back-waist, was a matching ivory organza bustle pooling down to her feet, and revealing her front bare legs. She also appears to be wearing black lace-trimmed thigh high stockings, a black choker, and black calf-high heeled boots. Her chest-lengthed, wavy-curled dark brown hair blew in the wind as she gazed out with keen, blue eyes upon a ship, looming in the distance of an approaching harbor.

Her attention was eventually drawn to something below, and she leaped from the yardarm to the rigging, and into the foot of water, which appears to be filling the hull of her small fishing dory. Sloshing through floating net buoys, she picked up a bucket, and started tossing the water back into the ocean. As soon as she was about to pass what seems to be skeletal remains of three pirates hanging from a gallows on a rocky promontory, she immediately stopped what she was doing. Giving the deceased some honor, she tossed a silver shilling into the water to pay her respects. Seeing a fourth, unoccupied noose, it beared a sign: "PIRATES - YE BE WARNED". This didn't phase her, and she acknowledged it with a nod.

The harbor is bustling with activity. The people began to gaze at the strange woman on top of the crow's nest, while the boat itself has sunk completely. Stepping nonchalantly onto the dock, the mystery woman just strolled casually right past the harbormaster. "What? Hold up there, you", he called to her in a patronizing manner, making the young woman halt in her steps and turn back around to walk back towards him. "It’s a shilling to tie up your boat to the dock", he told her, before she casted a dubious glance back towards the sunken boat's mast. "And I shall need to know your name", he added before opening the ledger. Sighing before smiling coyly, she took three shillings from her pouch, and placed them onto the ledger. "What do you say to three shillings, and forget the name?", she spoke to him in a cool, innocent-like tone in her English-accented voice.

The Harbormaster considers this when he shuts the ledger. "Welcome to Port Royal, Ms. Smith", he welcomed her before quickly moving off. She acknowledged the welcome with a nod and a cool smile, before moving past the Harbormaster's desk, and spotting a small money bag sitting on top of it. She picked up the bag to shake it. Pleased to hear the rattle of coins, she pockets it and moves on off the dock.

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British soldiers marched into the courtyard of the fort, with steel drums sounding with the trumpets.

Taking their places, Elizabeth, in the crowd, was cooling herself off with her paper fan. Next to her, was her eighteen-year old cousin, Abigail. Since this ceremony was only for the higher class, there was no doubt in anyone's mind that Abigail wasn't wealthy, since she was the daughter of a Lord. Younger, and a bit smaller than Elizabeth, she was just a beautiful, young woman.