Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-27147599-20171229201937

I worked on it a lot yesterday, so it's probably crappy, but I like using big font lol

Chapter 1

Clara Adams knew for certain, she detested bars. The bar reeked of drunken men drinking themselves to a stupor. The stench was so awful, she was tempted to take out her fan and raise it in front of her face, to ward the scent off. It was not possible though, she had left her beloved fan, a gift from her dear mother back at her father's mansion. The mansion she had ran away from, to pursue her missing younger brother, Max.

Thirteen days had passed since her little brother had been kidnapped by the dreaded pirates. All she could remember was his wails and cries, as she was powerless to stop the brutes from dragging him away and onto their ship. The ship had departed, and her father wouldn't allow her to leave her room. Perhaps he was afraid, the same incident would occur again.

She knew Max had to be out there somewhere. She prepared for her escapade quickly, only packing her necessities. Then finally discarding all her lady garments for men's instead, and cutting off her long golden curly locks that once reached her waist but now only reached halfway down to her neck. Her maids had helped her learn how to put on a male's clothes properly, down to buttoning up the collar correctly, and knowing some slang as well. She hadn't realized how vulgar male slang was until she heard it for herself. The last thing she left behind was a note on her pillow for her father to find, informing him she was going to be alright, and not search for her. Yet a part of her, knew he would do the exact opposite most likely rally all the troops to find his missing daughter.

Clara let out a sigh, she had to stop thinking about her father. Instead she had to focus on finding a certain pirate, River Harrington. Apparently he was notorious for helping out pirates, smuggle, steal, and knew the whereabouts of most of them. She cast her gaze downward, at the crumpled wanted poster she held tightly in her hands. The wanted poster depicted a man's face roughly around early 20s, he had sandy brown hair that seemed windswept. A pair of stormy blue eyes and a devilish smirk plastered on his face. His chiseled face almost resembled a Greek God's.

Though Clara could already tell from looking around in the vast bar. These pirates did not act like Gods. Every so often she caught a pirate winking at a waitress who in response seemed to blush and giggle. Such whores.. She mused bitterly to herself, and her gaze scoured the area until it finally landed on the man she was looking for. Not in the best position she would dare so herself. He had a woman on his lap, a very petite woman with more curves then Clara would ever have. She had fiery red hair that if anyone looked closer, they could tell it was a wig.

Clara held her breath. "Here goes nothing..." She spoke more to herself then anyone else. Maneuvering herself around the busy waiters, she finally reached River and his charming companion who still stayed situated on his lap. They didn't seem to notice her, instead the woman placed her hand against River's sturdy chest, in a flirty manner then raised her head upwards to whisper foolish things in the young man's ears. He grinned, and pulled the lady in for a kiss.

She almost rolled her eyes at that absurd display of affection. It wasn't until she cleared her throat, was when they finally noticed she was there the entire time. With utmost embarrassment, the woman let out a horrified squeak and climbed off River's lap. River looked disappointed, watching the woman walk away from him. He shook his head and sent a glare at Clara. "You just chased off one of my bedmates, care to explain why?"

Without even so much as a proper response, Clara shoved the wanted poster in front of his face. "You are River Harrington, correct? I need your help."

River snorted. "Yes I am indeed he, now who the bloody hell are you? And why do you need my help?"

"I am Clarence Williams, the son of General Williams, in the recent raid that happened over a week ago, children were captured for lord knows what. One of those children, happened to be my little brother, Max. It is my duty to retrieve him." Clara replied in the smoothest tone she could muster, the exact hint of lowness she needed to be passed off as a boy.

For a moment, she could see his gaze soften once she said the word 'children', but instead he shook his head.

"I'm not a child retriever, and it's none of my concern, I only do interesting jobs with rewards obviously." River stated calmly, while taking a swig out of his bottle.

Clara sighed, she opened up her satchel, reaching her hand in it, and taking out the most valuable thing she ever owned. A golden pendant, that held a real emerald in it's center, that was the last thing she had of her mother before she disappeared seven years ago. "Will this be enough?" She asked, while placing her prized possession in the pirate's large yet calloused hand.

River smirked, "Of course." He held the necklace tightly, before arching an eyebrow at her. "You sure about this? This necklace is worth a lot of gold, could set yourself for life."

She scowled in response. "Of course I am sure, my brother is more valuable then any gold."

River stood up from his chair, taking another swig out of his bottle, he was about to shove the necklace into his pocket before Clara grabbed it back. "Perhaps after you finish the job, helping me is when you'll get the reward." She flashed him a smirk, before placing her treasure back in her satchel.

He cursed under his breath, and shook his head. "You're a sly one, Sir William." 