The crew wanted to do something about their awful capt’n, so they decided to plunder on land and see what they could find. They found a beautiful landlubber. Her name was Helga. She was a curvy lass with a big smile. She was very feisty and fought them all the way to the ship and didn’t stop fighting until the ship sailed away from the port.
Helga walked up to Capt’n Francis and punched him the face. “I will see ye all dance the hempen jig! Take me back to port now!”
Francis smiled. “Me lass, welcome aboard my galleon. If you don’t watch your tongue I will cut it out.”
“Blimey!” Helga shrieked. “You are a horrible piece of scum. How dare you threaten a lady like myself?”
The crew laughed. “You are nothing but a wench,” one shouted from the crow’s nest. Helga wasn’t going to stand for this she grabbed one of the pirate’s cutlass and to their surprise she was very good. She blew a few men down and came face to face with the capt’n. He was much better with his rapier. The rapier was a much thinner sword used for quick strikes in close quarters. He flicked the cutlass from her grasp, spun her around, and put the sword to her neck.
“I’ll give ye quarter if ye surrender,” Francis said.
Helga thought for a moment before she nodded. “Parley,” she requested. The captain sheathed his sword.
“Let’s chat in the hold. Gangway!” Capt’n Smith yelled to clear the deck. Helga followed quietly. “If ye are going to stay aboard this clipper ye are going to have to be a buccaneer. To do so ye’ll have to sign and swear oath to the code of conduct.”
She frowned. “And if I don’t want to be a picaroon like yourself?”
“Then ye be dancing with Jack Ketch.”
“I suppose I have no other choice.”
Francis nodded. “Aye.” He then grabbed a book from the quartermaster. He laid it open to a certain page. “Do you agree to abide by the articles?”
“Aye.”
“Then sign here.” He pointed at the book and handed her a quill. Helga hesitated and then signed. He closed the book and tossed it back to the quartermaster. “If ye abandon the crew that is mutiny,” he warned.
“Bring a spring upon her cable!” A shout came from above deck. “We got ourself a Plate Fleet coming upon us.”
Francis’s hand went to his sword. He then stole a quick glance at Helga. “Perhaps ye should sit this one out.” Then he left. Helga stood for a moment contemplating the choice she had. She decided if she was going to be a part of this group of scallywags she might as well start now. She dashed up the stairs and found a cutlass.
“Listen up, you filthy dogs,” the captain yelled from the poop deck. “We give no quarter today! Hoist the Jolly Roger!” The crew did as they were told and soon the pirate flag flew high above their heads. “Ready the guns with chain shots. Fire in the hole!” Soon the battle was in full swing. Cannon shots came from both directions. Helga had never felt so frightened in her life. The man next to her was shot down and she quickly ducked trying to avoid the same outcome. That was when they were boarded. Spanish sailors seemed to appear out of nowhere striking down anyone in their way.
Helga clutched tightly to her cutlass and hoped that no one spot her from the safety of her corner. She noticed Captain Francis in the middle of the battle. A man was coming up on him from behind. Helga took a deep breath and then jumped to her feet. She charged the man and brought her sword down on his back. He crumpled to the ground. Francis turned to see what she had done and was surprised that she had risked her life to save his. It was then that he noticed how beautiful she was.
“Look out,” she said. He turned and began to fight again.
In the end the pirates had found victory. They also found that the Plate fleet had a lot of booty. This excited the pirates greatly. Francis found Helga at the stern of the ship. “Uhh,” he said not sure where to start. “Thanks for saving my life.” She blushed. He kissed her lightly on the lips and they lived happily ever after.
