The Tales of Anette, The Princess of Pirates

[Señor Sunday Friday]

The Tales of Anette, the Princess of Pirates

1. Anette and the Fairy of Two Wishes
2. Anette and the New Pirate

(note- I've always wanted to write down some of the stories and tales that were told to Suzume when she was growing up back at home in Virisea, and in my mind there was this character that Suzume had idolized named Anette. I don't know. It's just a nice little storybook of bedtime tales that Suzume is very familiar with. Wouldn't it figure that her childhood idol was a pirate? Odd child, that girl is...)

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Anette and the Fairy of Two Wishes

Once Upon a Time there was a beautiful woman known as Anette, she was renowned for her beauty far and wide, but she was also known just as well for her fierceness as a pirate princess. She and her fleet of ships travelled about the world collecting thier loot and using thier magics to disquise them as normal coins. You can always tell what coins belong to Anette, though because they never were too good at making coins and they always look all bent up and funny.

Anette was not always the Pirate Princess, though...

One evening when Anette was yelling her orders to her crew she heard the strangest noise from the waters at the side of her ship, she walked over to the bow, her gaze peering down into the choppy ocean to see a small light bobbing up and down on the waves, choking and shouting for help as it drowned.

Anette immediately called for a net and it was cast down and when it was gathered up she had seen that it was a fairy of sorts that had somehow managed to get it's wings wet and was now unable to fly.

The small figure shivvered as Anette cared for it, making sure it was plenty healthy and once the fairy was well and ready to leave it offered a gift to Anette.

"I will grant you two wishes..." The fairy said as it stood on the large black cannon, looking towards Anette, "It's the least I can do in thanks for you saving me."

"I thought I got three wishes..." Anette protested, placing a hand on her hip.

"Two wishes, no more, no less." The fairy spoke calmly, wings fluttering, threatening to carry it away before granting any wishes at all.

Anette nodded, "Fine, fine..." she got to thinking... 'What do I need... I mean... I already have plenty of gold and plenty of good shipmates...' her eyes brightened as an idea came to her, "I wish for the ability to perfectly disguise my loot." she said, announcing her first wish.

"And so it shall be." The fairy smiled, a buzz sounding in the air as a flash of gold darted into Anette, giving her the ability to change the appearance of gold to worthless coins and back. Nobody would want them if they were worthless, keeping the gold safe.

"Now... I wish..." she went into deep thought again, "I wish I was a princess... the princess of pirates." She smiled with the thought of such a thing and she looked towards the fairy.

The fairy nodded and a rainbow of colors streamed into Anette, and in a flash of light the fairy was gone, leaving Anette there, The Princess of Pirates.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Anette and the New Pirate

Anette was about her buisness performing her pirate-y tasks, plunderin' villages and stealing from the rich, adding to her own wealth. She became more and more well known, people told tales of how she could steal a fortune and then the next day it would be gone off the face of the earth and more and more people set out to find her riches.

She entered port and she made her way about the town, looking to figure out just how much gold she could get in this small city, her bright eyes shimmering like the salty oceans her ship the Atlantis sailed accross. Her eyes peered through a window at some jewelry that lay there, my how she adored jewelry. Her lips were slightly pursed as she looked, her hands and nose pressed against the shop window.

"Excuse me, miss... but we have more buisness than just shopping to attend to..." A tall man said, tapping Anette on the shoulder, the man was rather muscular with a scar running down the right side of his face, his name was Daryl Flint, and he was Anette's first mate.

Anette nodded, "Of course, of course." She nodded, smiling, continuing through the city, her eyes keeping watch for anything suspicious. There was nothing.

That evening they attacked.

Anette was the first one into the house of the city's ruler, she plundered like there was no tomorrow and she laughed as she set the house on fire, freeing the town from thier ruler and leaving her with no opposition in the rest of the town. She got to work, sending her men into the wealthiest houses and taking gold and treasure.

Whatever was dropped was left for the people to take, Anette was not too terribly greedy like most pirates. She was here on a mission, she was here to help the people.

Anette fired her pistol as she entered a large house, beginning to loot, a smile on her face and a laugh in her heart, these people would never know what hit them.

"Get out of my house."

Anette froze, someone was still alive in this house? Her eyes grew wide and she turned to look at whoever it was that had dared speak to her. She saw him, he was a man of medium height with lightly tanned skin and soft brown eyes peering through his ashen blonde hair, he was clothed well in fine materials and in his hand he held a pistol, aimed for Anette.

A large fist seemed to come out of nowhere and the man crumpled to the ground, "Never point a weapon at Miss Anette!" Daryl Flint roared, "Now, Miss. What do you suppose we do with him?" he asked, aiming his own pistol at the man.

"We take him captive, remove his weapons and take him captive." Anette said, a smile on her face, "We'll add him in with the loot." she laughed and Daryl hoisted the unconcious man up into his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and began carrying him to the ship as he was commanded.

After the pillaging was done, Anette got to her buisness of disguising the treasures, gold became old, dirty coins and silver became woodchips at her command and then she came upon the noble. With the flick of her wrist he had changed, his appearance the same but somehow he seemed... plain. Hardly reckognizeable as the same person now. "Wake up, boy!" she commanded, tossing a few woodchips at him. He woke up, obviously rather annoyed and with a pounding headache. "Old Jerald needs some help in the galley!" she tossed an apron to him.

The man looked up at her, obviously rather insulted as he stood, "I demand to be let off this shi-"

"I'm sorry, but I'm the captain here and you're not in any place to be making any demands. Please go to the Galley now, before my pistol has to ask you, and I promise you- I'm a lot more reasonable."

The man, being unarmed, begrugingly made his way to the galley and was given a list of chores that he thought would stretch from the sun and back- and then some.

And so a new member was added to Anette's crew.