Chapter One -Part Three-

She raised her pistol to her head again. “Ye silly bilge-sucking ain’t gonna get ye nowhere.” The trigger clicked. “Ye feedin’ the fishes, aye?”
Reluctantly, she replied. “Naye.”
“Aye, then.” The pistol returned to the side.
Professor spoke, cool, calm and collected. “Okay. We’ll get out ship tomorrow at sunrise when the ports awaken.”
“We pillage tonight!!!!” Captain Tuna raised her arm.
Felix punched her in the arm, shaking her head. “No we aren’t going to “pillage” tonight...or whatever you people call it...”
“I have some money with me.”
Captain Tuna nudged Captain Felix. “Money?!”
The Professor raised an eyebrow. “Yes, Tuna, Money. I’ll get a ship and we’ll start from there.”
“And me crew?!” Captain Felix spoke.
“That...my fellow captains....I leave to you...”
Captain Felix looked at her. “Don’t look at me mate. I ain’t got no crew.”
“I just got out.” Felix pointed out. “Do I look like I have a crew?!”
The professor walked towards The Winkles Rusty Cavern. “I’m off for some shut eyes. See you two, sunrise. Alive.” She disappeared into the backdoor.
“What now?!” Captain Felix shrugged.
“I’m going...You go find Professor-What’s-Her-Name her crew.” Captain Tuna walked into the backdoor as well.
“AEEIII!!!” She called out but Tuna acted like she didn’t hear her and entered.
Captain Felix sat there, crouching, holding her head, thinking. “Holy shit!! How am I gonna find a crew...”
The silence in the night. Brings a certain peace to the place. She sighed, walking along the pavement. The night sky shimmered, the stars danced in the darkness in the sky that seem to linger on forever. To infinity. The streets were empty by now. There’s nobody but her. Constantly she sighed. The moon didn’t show tonight. Shielded by the clouds. She heard. Within the silence, footsteps. Not hers, someone else’s . She was sure it wasn’t hers. The steps were uneven. Quick. Quick. Slow .Quick. Slow. Captain Felix hesitated to turn. This isn’t exactly the place to feel okay when you know someone’s following you. She began counting the streetlights. Pass the first one. The steps quicken a little when she quickens hers. Pass the second one, slightly flickering. Her steps slowed, so did its. Trying to see for the corner of her eye without looking, she strained hard. Captain Felix watched her feet. Thinking. Pass the third one. Then the fourth, the fifth, and the sixth. Then she decided, if it was keeping its distance, at then there, she’s have a clear shot even in the dark. She slowly reached for her pistol. Avoiding any suspicion. Her grasps was hard on the handle, finger on the trigger. 3. 2. 1. Captain Felix turned, immediately pointed the pistol at whoever it was.
“Aye. Aye. Aye! Lax mate!!” The random voice in the shadows spoke. Raising both arms, signing not to shoot. “Mean ye no harm.” Then there was a sneer. “Captain Felix III.”
As suspicious as it gets, she held tight to her stance with the pistol at him. “Who ye may be?”
“Barbossa as ye service.” He took off his hat and bowed. “Port Cannbrium.” He showed the port. With stationary ships and cartons over cartons of god-knows-what for tomorrows take off. “My home.” He took a step forward. She took a step back. Keeping the distance between them. “Aye, I know it like the back of me hand.”
“I need a crew.” The pistol lowered a little. Barbossa smiled. “Aye, make be it, down the street into The Creepy Creek Inn.” He pointed down into the darkness. “Most of the buccaneers be there.”
An eyebrow raised, she was reluctant to believe. Barbossa offered, “I’ll take ye there. Get ye one of the best crews ye’ll eva’ find.”

The Creepy Creek Inn. Unlit, old and rusty building by the port. The place for those who travel alone and those landlubbers out there on the road to pirate-hood. The wooden door had a small window. She followed behind Barbossa as he knocked the door. “Aye mate!! It’s me, Barbossa.” The grumpy voice said something behind the wood but hardly could make out a word he was saying. “This be Captain Felix III, in need of a crew.” The small window slammed closed. Then the clicks and clanks of the locks behind the door. Then the door creaked open. Silently she followed Barbossa into the room. Some of them were seated gulping down bottles after bottles of rum. Barbossa signed for her to sit while he got her crew up and running. He disappeared.
No doubt most of the people in here weren’t old salts. Some looked like they had just ran away from home and decided to be a pirate.
“Aye. In here Capt’n.” Barbossa lead her into the room past the crowd. Solemnly she followed. “Men!! Front and centre!” Hearing the feet scramble she grinned. Pathetic. She looked, observing every single speck of dust on their unworthy faces. “Barbossa...?” She said. He turned and quickly realized what he forgot. “Aye. This be your new Capt’n. Capt’n Felix III.” Whispers start to sound. Louder and louder upon her name. She rolled her eyes. “Silence.” She spoke. Sharply she turned. “Barbossa!! This be my crew?! Blimey! These are mere landlubber my man.” Barbossa shoved his pistol in his boot saying, “Aye, they may look that way. Rest assured. All present ‘ere are me old salts.”
She grinned. “Alright then.” She pulled out her pistol. Pointed at them. “Now. How many of ye “old salts” dare stand here. In front of me. And believe I aint gonna blow your brains out.”
All immediately stepped back.
One didn’t move. She raised an eyebrow. Imbecile . The pistol clicked. He didn’t move one bit.
Barbossa watched from behind. Attentively.
There were silent whispers from the back. As the boys spoke quietly amongst each other.
He saluted her. “At your service. Captain Felix III.” And bowed.
She sneered. “You really think I wouldn’t pull the trigger?”
“Aye. No mam.” He shook his head.
A sinister smile engraved on her face. “Good.”
She began to leave to room. “You!” She pointed at him. “Have them all ship shaped by tomorrow.” Silently she exited. “Aye madame!”