"Lower the sails! Balance the shipments in the middle of the deck, don't let her sink!"
The men yelled and followed each order given, but one man ran up to the captain, pointing towards the Captain's cabin.
"T'is is all due to tha' woman! We all kno' bringin' women to tha' sea is bad luck! Tha' weather was sunny an' gorgeous durin' tha' day, an' tha' night brough' us a migh'y storm!"
With a loud slam, the door to the Captain's cabin swung open. The blonde woman, wearing the top of a blue dress, a black corset, white pants and high leather boots walked out. Her long blade at her side, the sheath attached to her belt, her hair set up in a bun. Two locks of hair hung at the sides of her face, her brows furrowed as she watched the men below her.
"Have none of you ever been on a ship, you rusty sailors?! Fight through the storm, keep the ship stable and do not let the mast break! Hold the ropes, keep it steady! That is an order!"
The woman roared, the men blow stopping in their actions as they looked to her. One man who wore a brown braided beard walked up the steps with loud steps, his tall figure towering over the woman.
"And why should we listen to you, lady?"
The man asked, his teeth clenched into a toothy grin.
The man asked, his teeth clenched into a toothy grin.
With no hesitation, the woman grabbed on to the man's beard, pulling her blade as she cut the braid with a quick movement of her hand. She held up the braid to his eyes, before tossing it to the side.
"If you do not listen to the order of a higher up, more than your beard will be lost, cabin boy."
The woman spoke through gritting teeth, her brows remaining furrowed as the man walked down the stairs back to the main deck. He roared loudly to the other men to follow the orders given, the men following suit.
The woman watched on from above, her attire becoming drenched in the rain as she called out order after order, her gaze remaining the very same: Sharp.
After what felt like hours in the dark night, the storm began to settle as the sun rose. The woman called out one final order as the ship set it's sails once more. She turned to the Captain, and then to the sailor who had spoken to the Captain previously.
"Who said women bring bad luck to the sea, huh? If it weren't for me, you idiots would have lost my shipment. And the payback for that would have been your bodies in Davy Jones locker. And we can't have that, can we?"
The tired woman finished her statement with the most innocent of smiles, turning around as she looked to the thick braid of brown which laid on the deck, soaked from the rain. She gave it one hard kick, it flying over the railing and into the sea. She then turned back to the door which led to the Captain's cabin, walking inside for a well needed rest.
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