Seafight Sally stood in the back of the tavern. Her hand fingering the silver handle of the pistol which never missed in it's holster on her side. A dark hood hanging over the famed Captain's head. Back against the wall, she stood, watching them come and go. Waiting for the crew for to sail the Terrible Maiden.

A rather drunken man pushed by her with a laugh. Bottle in hand as he gave her a grin. Quick tempered she drew her gun. Barrel pointed at his neck. He gulped. Chuckling rather nervously. "A woman with a gun," He slurred. "Let me guess you be a pirate?" He teased. "Yes, I am." She growled fiercely. "Captain to be exact, of the Terrible Maiden itself." The man's eyes widen, for that was a well known ship feared by many a simple man and sailor. "Seafight Sally".... He whispered. Swallowing in fear. Then he laughed, trying to seem less afraid. "You really got to find yourself a better name than that woman." She then slammed his head into the wall with anger, causing him to groan in pain. Dropping his bottle of drink with a crash of smashing glass as it went.

"Well guess what miserable wretch," She spat. "You're now going be serving as part of my-" she stopped, being interrupted by the man's voice. "Hey, maybe that can be your new name." He joked. "Wretched Sal. A 'lot ' more fearsome than Seafight Sally. " "What's your name drunk?" She says irritatedly. "For you'll soon forget it being part of my crew."

"Johnathan"... He says hesitantly. Rubbing his sore head. Glancing down regretfully at his spilled and wasted rum on which he spent his last penny. "Or Johnny. Last name Smith. But I ain't joining yer crew. " He said with a slight glare. "Well Smith," She threatened to the man who'd she'd later grow to trust and would become first mate of her ship. "Think again because you are. Take em to the Maiden." She ordered to Bill, standing nearby. Bill nodded with a fearsome smirk to Smith. Roughly taking his arm and dragging him out.

Sal grinned slightly, pushing a dark piece of stray hair behind her ears as she took a swig of plain ol' whiskey. Watching them go with a hand on her hip. "He'll be a fine first mate".. She muttered, throwing her bottle behind her shoulder as she walked out. Listening as it crashed to the floor. "In the future anyways... for now he'll be scrubbing decks and helping the cook. Teach him to mock a woman like me.".. She says with a shake of her head. Wanting to be feared by all, though this man seemed only slightly wavered. But it might have been the alcohol in him talkin.

"Wretched Sal".... She says thoughtfully with a curse. "It does have a nice fearsome ring to it"... She thinks to herself, boarding her ship. "Wretched Sal and Smith of the Terrible Maiden.. maybe someday, maybe someday." She says with a half smile. Little did she know that this would be the beginning of the many plundering days of adventures she'd have with that man.

 Wretched Sal and Seadog Smith. Together forever until the end of their pirating days.

*A/N: So what'd you guys think? This is my first time writing about pirates so it may or may not be as good as some pirate fictions but I tried. That and I was almost half tempted to do a potc crossover. 😄 But anyways hope you like it. "Live long and prosper." -Isilwen.