User blog:Pirate Vixen 101/The Pirate of Flagal

(Hey ppl! First fan fiction; so go easy on me. Now, on with chapter one!)

Chapter 1
The Island of Flagal stood proudly on the edge of its island, waves bounding, reaching up and falling into the side of the tall cliff. The window of the mess hall faced east, to the wildly rolling ocean; while the window balcony of the high and mighty King had a full view. The outer wall held the court yard and below the court, deep in earth, were the dark and gloomy cells; homes to prisoners. Grolwen looked out to the place he knew as home; jet black eyes alert, but shown that the rat was clearly drunk.

He tottered over to the stairway, that lead down into the loud and busy mess hall. Vermin were either sat at the large oak tables fulling there faces or drunkenly running about, laughing. Grolwen absolutely loved this sight; his sea army happy and without a single care in world. Danger hadn't come to Flagal in seasons so the army non-regretfully let themselves with the help of meat and wine. Grolwen blenched loudly; making the entire mess hall now of his appearance. They all gave him a quick solute before returning to there grub, all except one.

Grolwen snapped his jaws while his eyes dug daggers into Huntress's back, but she didn't seem to notice. Aware that he was overdosed with wine, the King snatched a glass from a passing weasel. The weasel turned to start a scene to whoever took his drink, but realizing it was his Warlord he spun to, he backed away to find himself something else to stuff into his full mouth.

Huntress tensed up when Grolwen slammed the glass onto the oak table, but soon forgot about it. The vixen was playing with her weapon of choice: a cutlass. She pricked her finger on its tip and watched as the bead of blood soon formed. "Huntress me hearty! Here; have yourself some wine." Grolwen grabbed her paw with a swift movement, and Huntress's blood smeared onto the clear glass when Grolwen put it in her paw.

The vixen pushed away the dark red substance, "I'm in no need of thrust Cap'n; I don't require it."

"Howabout somethin' to eat?" the rat then slid a plate of roasted kittiwake next to her arm. Yet again, Huntress shoved it away. "I'm not hungry, and I have food aboard my ship."

"Then what do ya want?!" Grolwen roared with a bang of his fist.

As a quick response, Huntress stood up and her chair flew, tripping up a passing fox. "I want my fair share of the treasure!"

"Your fair share? Whatcha mean by 'your fair share'?"

"Don't start that blabbing mess Cap'n! I haven't but getting my share of treasure. You been giving these fat bullied pigs more than ever get in a season! They haven't been in tip-top shape ever since danger stop comin' our way; they've let then selves gain weight and get as fat as a kitchen mouse! I haven't gained a pound; running around the Flagal in the worst of weather just keep fit! So how come you give them more than me? I've earned what they got, and they've earned the very lil' I got!"

Everyone stopped as soon as Huntress began, and a dense silence fell. Grolwen maybe was too overdosed to hear a word she said because his answer was, "Don't worry ol'gal, you'll get more sooner or later."'

With snarl, Huntress kicked one of the tables; food flew and beast where pinned under them. She stormed out without another word to Grolwen, who started laughing uncontrollably at her violent actions. He didn't hear a word she said; the King of Flagal began his walk back up the stairs and said. "Young Hunter, always bringing joy to me heart! Harhar!"