Thread: A Change in Guard (AE x LittleBear)

The Dread Pirate Sara Roberts woke to the sound of yelling aboard her ship. She stood up groggily from her hammock, a relic from her early days aboard ships that she had never quite grown out of, and wobbled for a few seconds as she reacquainted herself with the swaying of the ship. Sara stretched her arms out wide, her pert chest at attention, before walking over to the private little area that served as her washroom. She ran her hands through her long flowing hair, straightening it out as best she could, before donning her stolen admiral's hat, a trademark of naval officers that she had dyed purple for her own personal flair. She then walked out of the cabin, slamming her door open to find out what exactly was happening on board the Sailor's Delight. The ship itself was prize, to be certain. A frigate with 30 guns to its name, along with the latest advances in rigging and some of the most durable woods of the America's. What in the fuck are you lot doing! she exclaimed as she emerged from her cabin, confused at the sight before her. One half of the ship seemed to contain most of her crew. The other half held most of her officers and a few of her crew as well. It was clear the right side was far bigger than her leadership's side. One of the crewmen stepped forward. We're done with your rule. You won't let us take slaves like the other Captains, or like your rival. We get almost nothing and take all the risk, ya bitch. he cried, spitting at her feet to punctuate his sentence. Sara rolled her eyes as she put her hand on her hip. How many fucking times do I have to explain this? We. Don't. Take. Slaves. I don't want to feed them, I don't want to see them, and I don't want to deal in human lives. If you don't like that, you can leave when we dock. The rebellious crew members laughed, though everyone seemed to have their hands itching to draw swords and pistols. You don't seem to get it. This isn't your ship anymore Sara the leader added with a toothy grin, before drawing his sword and pointing it to her. Put down your weapons and tell your officers to stand down, and we'll drop you off peacefully at the dock. Otherwise, you won't much like what we agreed upon. Sara pretended to contemplate his proposition for a second, before drawing her twin pistols and blowing the piece of shit away. You can pry the ship from my cold dead hands she yelled at the top of her lungs. Just like that, the ship erupted into violence as both sides drew weapons. Sara shot her other pistol at one of the rebels, scoring another kill as she tossed the flintlock to the side, drawing her ornate golden officer's sword and turning on the nearest member of her former crew. She parried away a half-hearted lunge and then sent her sword plunging into the man's guts. However, as well as she was doing, she could tell the fight was not going her way. For everyone one man who stayed loyal, another two had betrayed her. Soon, her surviving officers had laid their arms down and surrendered, leaving Sara surrounded. She waved her sword threateningly in a circle around her, daring anyone to try her. However, as a couple braver pirates advanced on her, she felt a hard and sharp blow to the back of her head, knocking her unconscious as she tumbled to the deck. Sara had no perception of time. She had been locked in the brig for days, and only given hard tack and rum to subside on. She had spent her time stewing in silence, swearing vengeance on every last one of the mutinous bastards. Without warning, a pair of her former crew stepped in and sent another hard blow to her head, knocking her out once more. Sara was only vaguely aware of her surroundings as she woke. She was surrounded by pirates, though not her own. She could hear a pair of voices haggling over price, though she had no idea what they were buying. She was then thrown to her knees, pulling her out the dazed state she had been in. Sara took stock of her situation. She was in heavy chains, though her uniform was still on. She was surrounded by another crew of pirates. She looked up only to be met face to face with the eyes of her rival. Oh shit she murmured, hanging her head in resignation.