A/N: Hey all, well you are probably wanting to kill me for adding another story and not finishing my other ones, but this one has more of a potential to finish because I know what I am going to write about. So this is a new one, with nothing to do with Pirates of the Caribbean, except my story has pirates, and I started it long before the movie came out, I just recently thought of a way to finish it. Enough of me babbling, enjoy.

A young woman looking to be in her early twenties jumped off the galleon coming alongside the dock, her dirty blonde hair with near white streaks fell in her eyes so she combed it back to a ponytail with her hand. The girl waved off the boat and made her way to a sorry excuse for a pub that smelled like vomit, beer, and the sea. Her name was Brian MacMurdach, she was a pirate, and she had just entered a popular pirate tavern looking for some recruits. Brian took a seat by the bar and surveyed the scene with her cool, piercing sea-blue eyes. She caught some men glancing at her lean figure and glared at them, though her face was quite feminine, Brian's body was more masculine from her hard times at sea.

A tall leggy figure stepped in the light of the entrance to the bar, and Brian grinned. The newcomer was close to six feet tall, and had a hood on his cloak. The hood turned to look at its surroundings, spotted Brian and the leggy figure moved with feminine ease to her table. Calloused hands pulled back the hood revealing a Geena Davis like face. Dark brown hair cascaded in waves past her shoulders as she sat down. "Brian." She nodded.

"Curran." Brian smiled in return showing off a dazzling smile despite her pirate ways.

"The importance of this meeting is what exactly?" Curran asked bluntly. "You are still an outlaw in any English territory."

"Am I?" Brian asked with false shock.

"As is Corey and her crew of bandits."

"No worries about them mate, Corey's been in jail for quite some time now."

"Don't tell me we're going to bust them out?!" Curran cringed.

"Nah, of course not, besides, I'm sure that girl has already found her ticket out. I need a crew of the best members we know of. I've got a mission for us."

"Do you now?" Curran was indeed intrigued, leaning on the table in order to listen closer.

"Wouldn't you like to know as well." Brian smiled her sea-blue eyes shimmering with amusement. "Come, we can't talk here, people will hear us." With that Brian combed the hair out of her eyes and elegantly swept out of the bar, Curran was close on her heels. Once the girls were outside Brian led her friend to the port. "This is the deal." Brian told her friend, her voice concealed by the loud noises of the dockworkers. "Last time I saw Corey, she was on Renaldo's ship."

"Those crazy dogs!? What was she doing with them?"

"To be honest, I don't know. She and some friends needed a boat out of port and he was the only one that'd take 'em I suppose. But that's not the point. The point is that Corey sailed with them, spent a good year with them, before they marooned her and her friends off the coast of Ireland."

"Yeah, and? Is this a revenge mission?"

Brian cracked a grin. "Sorta. She happens to know just where they put their loot. Renaldo isn't like us takin' cash and spendin' it. No sir, he stows it away, and from the sounds of it, he's got quite a shitload of it."

Curran turned up a Geena Davis-like smirk. Renaldo had a lot of run- ins with female pirates and they were never good ones. It was about he paid up. This was about the worst thing a pirate could do to a fellow pirate, steal his treasure. "Kind of revenge, with a twist." She stated her smile getting wider with each passing moment at the thought of stealing Renaldo's gold and the look on his face when he discovered it missing was quite satisfying. "So what's the course of action?"

"We need a boat."

Curran grinned for a different reason. She was the boat master. Master of stealing boats. "Wait," her smile fell. "Didn't you have one?"

"Yeah, I did, until I had a run in with Renaldo a couple weeks back. He blew up my ship and killed all my men. Some ship on Renaldo's tail found me floatin' among the debris. We caught up with them eventually and busted their ship up pretty good. I got the mates to drop me off here, I figured you were still in Jamaica."

Curran put out a tanned arm to halt her friend and they both looked to where she pointed. In the bay, completely unguarded stood a regal, English-owned sloop. The most decent looking ship around, but also a good pirate ship, small, fast, and normally well armed. Both girls grinned at each other menacingly and hurriedly, but inconspicuously made their way to the deck of the ship. "The Destroyer." Curran murmured the name of the vessel checking out the mass amounts of weaponry on board. "All this could come in handy if we're gonna go up against Renaldo."

Brian smiled in response as she went down to check the food stores below deck. She returned moments later satisfied it seemed, and untied the ropes that kept them docked. It was high tide and the wind was in their favor as they slipped, seemingly unnoticed out to sea. Once out in open water Curran left her place at the helm to help Brian loose the sails.

"Where to?" Curran called from atop the mizen mast.

"Africa!" Brain responded from the fore mast.

"Africa?!"

"Well there abouts. One of the mates that I know that Corey knows says a majority of women are over there that I've sailed with before."

"What's Corey doin' in Africa?"

"Her black friend, Neill, got sold when Corey got thrown in for freein' a couple hundred of 'em."

"So they're there?"

"They ought to be."

"So the two of us are going to sail this big ass brig all the way to Africa?" Curran asked incredulously.

"Well, not all the way."

"Then praytell, where are we stopping?"

"Cape Verde."

"Brian!"

"No. we have to stop at Turks anyway to pick up some things."

"Oh. Okay."