The Buccaneer's Reckoning

"Loosen  the rigging, belay the ballast, and hang tight! Things are about to get rough." Millie Vail is a swashbuckling pirate captain of the mighty ship "Buccaneer" and is out for adventure. She doesn't need no permission to do as she pleases. But when a bounty is put on her head, she must conquer the wild seas, fight scallywags and privateers, and end any mutinies that come her way. This is... The Buccaneer's Reckoning

Prologue
The clatter of the wooden and iron cups rang true through the night on the mighty "Buccaneer". Sitting at the helm with a smile gleaming on her face was Millie Vail, the captain of this vessel and crew. Her ebony black hair up in a fishtail braid, her tri-corn hat set atop the braid. Aquamarine blue eyes shining with gleam as she watched the crew dance and drink on the deck below. It was her first crew, first boat. She drank her ale in gulps, letting the burning liquid smother her throat.

"Aye Cap'tn!" called one of the crew members. Welton Thyme, her newly assigned Quartermaster, if anything were to happen, he would take charge. His shaggy hair hung low, covering his hazel eyes. He was a man of 6'4" and a heart on his sleeve. Walking over he leaned against the rail next to the helm. "Fine night, should make for fine sailing in the morning," he slurred as he looked down, at the group dancing below.

"Aye it should," Millie replied, glancing down as well. watching the dancing and singing with joy. "Crew!" she hollered over the noise causing everyone to pause and look up at her. "Tonight we celebrate, for on the morn we set sail. There will be struggles! There will be joy! But most of all, we will show the world what crew to truly know the name of! The crew of the Buccaneer!" her speech was met with much cheering, for the crew was excited for the adventure coming their way, as was the captain. The sea had been calling for her, and she was finally able to return the call.

Chapter 1
The crisp sea air blew across my face, making strands of hair tickle my nose as I stood at the helm. My hair was loosely braided and my tri-corn hat held snug. Looking up to the ebony sky with it's twinkling treasures shining, guiding me to my own treasure. The northern star leading me true, to who knows where?

"Cap'tn," called Welton Thyme, my Quartermaster, who was 6'4" in height and with long shaggy brown hair hiding his hazel eyes, "we're running low on rations, we need to make port soon." said he while walking up the stairs to me. I nod in acknowledgment.

"Ask Sadye where to veer towards." I simply stated keeping my vision focused on the horizon.

"Aye Cap'tn" he said as he went back down to to the sleeping quarters of my sailors.