Sisters of Insurrection...{Chapter Three...Hell Hath No Fury}

The Vengeance of Lir sailed silently along the darkening waters of the Caribbean blue. Most of the crew were dead asleep, their stinking and rotting bodies piled high in their bunks. Their Commodore worked them hard, days were long and rations small. Those who stepped out of line even barely were forced to endure fifty lashes of the cat, and those who dared to rebel further endured a much worse fate, one that only the sharks could tell.
Commodore Pardell was a ruthless wretch, filled with hate and vengeance. Pardell commanded a fleet of four ships, its commander none other then Pardell's favorite ship, the Vengeance of Lir.
The chilled night air whipped around the haul and swept into the cracks of the Captain's cabin. Juliet leaned against the headboard, the blanket which covered the bed barely over the tops of her thighs. A deep skinned hand slipped up her leg, roughly squeezing her taught flesh. She let out a deep throated laugh as the figures went higher and higher, just as it slipped past the folds of her inner thigh she clamped her own hand down on the wrist and turned a heavy lidded gaze at the owner.
David grinned mercilessly as he extended his fingers causing Juliet to gasp. She pulled his hand away and shook her head as she pulled his lips to hers.
"Ye ask to much of me boy?" She laughed as he threw her down violently against the sheets.
"I think Luv I ask too little. It is ye who ask too much, I demand payment." Juliet twisted the two of them around and straddled herself atop David, he slipped his hands up her bare sides and pressed them tightly to her breasts.
"I thought tha' was wha' tha' was. Now this" She leaned down and pressed her lips to the base of his throat gently drawing his skin in creating a purple blemish.
"This is for fun." Their laughter rang through the room as he flipped her back under him. The bed became a flurry of arms and legs as they rolled back and forth with the ship. Just as Juliet felt the swell of passion in her the door to the cabin opened.
"Commodore! There's a navy ship advancing' on us!" Juliet cursed as she pushed David off of her. She jumped from the bed not caring about Adam, or the fact that he was still standing at the door watching as she walked naked across the cabin as she gathered her clothes.
She pulled on her torn black breeches and fastened a simple vest over the swell of her chest before stepping into her waiting boots. She looked up at both Adam and David, she regarded her lover for a moment with a sense of pride. David was her first mate, a strong and worthy man. She grinned at him as he refused to dress. But her eyes darkened as she turned to Adam, her lookout, who still stood at the door.
"Wha' are ye lookin' at? Go wake the bloody crew! An' you!" She pointed to David as the lookout ran away as though she had shot him.
"Get dressed for bloody sake! I need ye on deck with a sword, and I mean a metal one!" She grinned as she beheld him again before grabbing her own sword and rushing out on deck.
Juliet: yeah........man I do write lots o drama
"Get ready men! I wan' torches to wicks an' pistols cocked! Signal to the other ships, we don' fire till we see the whites of their eyes!" The Navy ship advanced quickly upon the Vengeance, much quicker then Juliet would have liked. She stood, her short cutlass held tightly in one hand and her dagger in the other. This was not her first encounter with the Navy, and she figured it wouldn't be her last either.
The ship slowed as it came near, Juliet could see the Commander of the ship.
"FIRE!" She screamed as she pointed her cutlass out. Smoke filled the air as the cannons shot off, the clink of swords could be heard as man after man boarded the Vengeance. Juliet could smell blood in the air, how she loved the heat of the battle. There was nothing better then the thrill of combat. Not even her nights with David could compare.
She swung her cutlass coming short of a man's throat, the man stumbled back laughing believing that she had missed. Juliet grinned evilly as he glanced down at his stomach where the hilt of her dagger protruded. She reached out and pulled it from him as he fell to the deck. Laughing she swung and connected with the warm throat of another man, his blood staining the blade of her cutlass and the phantom white of her skin.
A voice called across the deck, she was being called out.
Juliet: hm Jack is being an angsty ass right now
Norrington fought pirate after pirate as he moved across the deck. It had been some time since he had seen such a large pirate fleet. And it seemed just about as long since he enjoyed a battle that did not include one very irksome pirate.
He called out as loud as his voice could, killing a few petty pirates would not fulfill his plan. He needed the captain.
A shot rang out in the middle of the battle. It was wild with anger as it lifted up into the air missing all flesh. Norrington focused his eyes on the captain, his face shocked as he watched the crew all gaze in fear at the small woman before him.
She was not very large, in fact she was quite short. Her long red hair ran like blood down her shoulders to cover the swell of her breasts.
"Now, now boys, let's play nice huh? If ye wan't'd to play all ye had to do was ask." She winked at Norrington as she threw the now empty pistol across the deck.
"You are the Captain?" Norrington laughed, now he had seen everything. He had seen female pirates before, but they were gruff and normally very plain. But the girl who stood in front of him was small in frame and very delicate.
"Commodore actually, Commodore Juliet Pardell at yer service." She made a short bow, the smirk on her face shinning from her eyes with bloodlust.
"Commodore Pardell? You are the infamous Pirate Phantom? You a little lass command the fleet of ships feared by all other pirates? You must be joking." Smearing the blood on her face, Juliet flushed with anger. She would teach this insolent man a thing or two, he would soon wish she had just spared him and killed him the moment he laid eyes on her.
"Aye! Just 'cause I don' 'ave me brains between me legs don' mean I ain' a bloody good Commodore. A woman can command just as good if not better than any man." She ran her hand through her hair effectively covering it with blood.
"Now wha' ye wan' with me?" Norrington glared deeply into her eyes, a chill running up his spine. Even though the stories never mad mention of the Phantom being a woman they still rang every bit as true. Pardell had skin so white that under the moonlight she seemed a ghost, and the smearing of blood did nothing to calm him down.
"I am commandeering your fleet." Juliet laughed, did he really expect his one ship to take her four?
"An' just how ye think this is goin' to work? Ye expect me to be a good little girl an' hand me ships over?" Norringtom tore his gaze away from her chilling eyes. He signaled to a man behind him who dragged along with him a taller man with thick stocky legs and firm hands. Juliet's eyes went wide, they wouldn't dare.
"I think that you will. I would say this man means something to you, by the way your eyes look. Seems we choose the right man men!" Juliet groaned, what a pity really. She enjoyed David, best damn lover she ever had. She smirked and grabbed for the pistol in the man's sash beside her. She cocked it and without a word or a sorry glance she shot David straight through the heart.
"Ye forget, I be a pirate. I 'ave no use for men. Men ain' good for anything' other than beddin' and target practice." For added effect she turned and shot at the man who had hid in the crows nest. She glared at Norrington as she heard the sickening thud of the dead man's body crash onto the deck.
Norrington's breathing quickened, if she would shoot her own crew she was a heartless bitch indeed. An idea struck him, he had dealt with pirates way to many times before. And one thing they couldn't resist was a deal that would work to their advantage.
"Well then I guess then I will have to just make a deal that you can't pass up." Juliet smirked as the crew of two of her other ships boarded. She shook her head and laughed a deep and booming laugh, a strange thing to hear from such a small thing.
"I think not. Men, take him to the brig an' kill the rest." She started to walk off, but stopped suddenly beside her lookout.
"Seems it yer lucky day Adam, ye just got promoted to First Mate. Clean up an' come to me cabin, I'm goin to 'ave to learn ye." She ran her finger along his lips and left him in a fit of shakes. This all seemed to be rather interesting. Who knew what fun she could have with that navy man.
Jane: I wonder what other things I can take out of context that Juliet has said recently...How about this?
thank goodness then all roads are closes and the airports are shut down
It was early. The sun was beginning to dazzle over the Caribbean waters, casting a faint glare into Captain Jane Gold's eyes. What brought her out from her warm bunk was the hope of reaching Port Royal before breakfast. Jane had decided she would allow her crew the meal on land, escort Jack to Will, and get her sails to the wind as fast as she could, leaving Jack as far behind as possible.
As it would have it, luck was finally on her side. She could see the bay at Port Royal! At last she could feel like a captain again and less like a little girl with some annoying brat to deal with.
Jacquelyn advanced to the helm, awaiting Jane's orders. Jane merely looked out over the sea at the approaching port.
"Admit it," Jacquelyn said quietly. "Yer goin' to miss the capt'n."
Th' only capt'n I be missin' is me," Jane retorted, narrowing her eyes at Jacquelyn. Lately her first mate had been aggravating her with these insinuations. Jane would be delighted to have Jack leave her ship. Perhaps she could con him into taking a pesky first mate with him.
"Ye'll be missin' tha' Jack, an' ye know it, Jane," Jacquelyn insisted, using the first name of her captain for emphasis.
"Why don' ye go find somethin' useful t' occupy yer time with?" Jane sneered and waved off Jacquelyn. She rolled her eyes.
It wasn't until Jack appeared on deck, glancing out over Port Royal in the distance, his eyes averting to the helm, that Jane got a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Could it be possible? she thought. Am I actually going to miss him?
Juliet: I get my best ideas about 3 in the morning.

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