InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Skull and Crossbones ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

Skull and Crossbones

By Lor

Here it finally is! The long awaited Pirate fic! Action, Adventure, Treasure, Suspense, Angst, Romance and Humor can be found in here. This took hours of research and lots of brain power to get this fic started! Enjoy!

I have rather detailed bios of the main characters and some less detailed ones of some minor characters. If you want the bios just mention it in a review, include your e-mail and I'll be glad to send you them. The bios would include some spoiler info, but not much more then what you would discover in the first five chapters or so. If you don't want spoilers just the basic bio, mention that and I'll edit them before they're sent.

Disclaimer- Nope I don't own Inuyasha....if I did I don't think I'd be sitting here right now in my bedroom writing this? No, I'd be off in the Caribbean relaxing counting my millions sitting next to an adorable actor like Orlando Bloom or Johnny Depp. Don't bother suing... I only have $25 but...I do own a copy of Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl soundtrack!

Remember to R&R!

' .... ' thoughts

" ..... " dialogue

~ ...... ~ flashback

Onward Ho....

Prologue

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1762 Antigua Island, Caribbean

~The sun is slowly setting on the horizon, shades of pink and red fill the sky, reflecting on the sea. A seagull flies down at the water to catch a fish in it's beak. Waves splash along the edge of the shore, and on the sides of a large stone fortress. Inside the fortress a large group of people are gathered in the square. In the center a large wooden gallows was erected, a thick rope hung limply waiting for the execution to take place. Along the left side, a small wooden podium stood against the inner stone fortress wall. There stood the Captains, and the Commodore of the Royal British Navy. All of them in their best finery for the occasion. Along side the Commodore the Royal Governor stood, his back straight and proud, eyes scanning the crowd for any misconduct. In the main crowd surrounding the gallows, well dressed men and women waited for the prisoner to exit out of the jail and take his final walk, to his death. The less wealthy members of the island's society stood out farther away, all trying to get a good view of what was to take place at the exact moment of sunset.

Unknown to many, known to a few, a young raven haired woman stood in the shadows at the edge of the crowd. She looked like just another member of the high society with her golden brown eyes gazing over the crowd. Her dress one of the latest fashions from England, her hair curled just so, with a small hat perched on top of her perfectly curled hair. In her hands she held a small white lace fan, which she was using to send cool air onto her face. Beside her a young man stood, he wore his hair tied back in a small dragon tail, wearing the latest fashion in men's apparel. On his shoulders a dark cloak rested, with a small clasp holding the two sides together. His eyes snapped into focus when he noticed a young brown haired woman enter the square, she was dressed similarly to the woman beside him. The difference was she, like the man, wore a dark cloak over her shoulders.

The sun was nearly gone from site, dimming on the sea's horizon. A loud bang could be heard as the heavy wooden door to the jail was opened. The prisoner was led out onto the square, two guards walked along side him. The prisoner's hands were bound, and with the armed guards beside him wouldn't allow him any chance of escape. He kept his eyes down, not watching the crowd. But the crowd was watching him intently, their eyes matching his every step. The raven haired woman let out a soft gasp when she saw him walk directly in her line of site. At hearing her gasp the prisoner looked up and matched her eyes with his. As soon as the prisoner was led past, the woman disappeared from the square, her foot steps hurried as she slipped into a dark alcove to change.

She never reappeared to those in the square, but she had given herself an eagle's eye view high above, standing in the small shadows of the fortress's pillars high over the square. Her attire had changed drastically. Instead of the formal dress, she wore long brown breeches, boots, and a Off white shirt with a slit all the way down to the waist, showing her white bodice underneath. At her side lay a quiver of arrows, in her hands a wooden bow. The woman's gaze never faltered from the prisoner's form below her.

His eyes showed no emotion, as the guards led him up the gallows stairs. The echoing of the prisoner's steps could be heard through out the now silent crowd. Along the northern and southern sides of the gallows two figures stepped to the edge of the crowd. Their faces could not be seen, as they were enshrouded in the hood of their matching dark cloaks. When a gentle breeze past the northern figure's cloak was blown enough to see a sword scabbard attached to the figure's waist.

The sky had mere minutes left of light, when the prisoner's head was put into the gallows' noose. A silent hush seemed to move through the crowd, the woman high above seemed to tense at the site. A member of the Royal British Navy stepped onto the gallows beside the prisoner and began to announce the crimes of the man standing in the noose beside him. The prisoner though still expressionless, seemed to show pride in his crimes.

The sun slid from view on the horizon, the Commodore raised his right hand to signal for the execution. The floor drops underneath the man's feet, the rope begins to tighten around his neck, his long silver hair glistening in the light of the remaining seconds of light. A gasp goes through the crowd. The woman high above lets an arrow fly through the air, the two enshrouded figures move towards the gallows. A loud gasp enters the tense air as the arrow hits it's mark.....~