This is the first thing that i have written and probably needs a lot of work.
thanks for reading.
The suns light glanced through the curtains of her cabin window. It then shown brightly on her full length mirror which reflected an image of herself that she barely recognized. She wore a long pale blue dress that was tight around her waist making it hard to breath. Her dark red hair was set up in a
high bun of curls. What she had to go through to simply walk on the god forsaken land was almost too much to bear. Soon she must go up and great her crew. They would surely be young faced and eager. They also wouldn’t think of her as anything but the captains daughter whom they so wanted to bring home to their parents with a ring upon her finger.
This was a mere dream of theirs, however, and she was about to shatter it before it got out of hand, for she had a ship to govern. She must show her father that she could take care of the fleet he had spent much of his life creating. Thinking this Eboney forced herself up the dark wooden steps to the deck above. Shealyn was digging her mighty claws into Eboney's shoulder her eyes readily seeking out the new arrivals.
The sun kissed her cheeks pleasantly first, then the grey city that lay off to the west, and finally the faces of twelve young men. Upon seeing her they all lined up next to one another bowing their heads. They are all so young. Eboney thought as she proceeded to observe them from her perch on the topmost deck. They were merely boys and yet Eboney knew her father’s retort to this. You know that you are hardly a woman yourself. He would say simply when she asked why he would give her such a young crew.
Dismissing this thought she turned her attention to her meager crew.
“Well men,” She finally spoke, “I would like to introduce you to your captain.” They all looked up at her smiling. “Me.” For a split second they looked almost bemused. As if a woman could be a captain, were their thoughts and Eboney knew this.
“Now first things first, your names,” she pointed at the first man. He had a head of bright red hair and freckles dappled over his nose.
“Benjamin Long,” He said proudly.
“Thomas Greebs,” The next said.
“Luke McDonalds…” and so on they said their names. Eboney couldn’t remember them all and frankly lost count. There were so many and they all seemed to blend together into one young man that could hardly yield a sword let alone actually fight upon the seas.
“Have any of you ever learned to fight with a sword?” the question was more rhetorical and she had said it a bit rudely but if the men were ever to fight pirates they would have to have some skill. To her amazement one of them did raise his hand. He was scrawny with peach colored skin and bleach blond hair. “You have?” She said surprised.
“Yes,” He muttered.
“Well we will have to see you skill level, but that will be later, for first I have some conditions to go over.” She said pulling out a sheet of parchment from the folds of her dress. “I warn you all that if any of you are prone to sea sickness get over it at this point, and if you are afraid of pirates to get your sorry land-loving legs off my ship.” Eboney snapped harshly. She had no patients for men who were scared. “No one? Okay then, next I will be referred to as Captain and nothing more. If you disagree with this feel free to come and see me, however, just because I am a woman does not mean that I’m not tougher then you.” They seemed taken back by this and she even caught one of the men snickering.
“Finally I only have one rule. No pirate sets foot on my ship if his head is not mine within thirty seconds so you all probably need to tune up your fighting skills.”
