The Lucille

I eyed The Lucille fondly as the crew unfurled her sails, getting ready for our next voyage. The dark oak wood that made up her hull and deck shone brightly in the early morning sun. I stood on the forecastle deck and turned to face the bowsprit looking out over the sparkling sea and smiled.

“Captain, we’re ready to head off sir,” called my first mate, “are you sure you want to bring the girl? The crew warns against it. They think she’s mad.”

I followed his gaze to the lone figure of a young woman with long raven black hair standing on the main deck, leaning solemnly on the railing as she looked out towards the sea. To bring a woman on a pirate ship is almost unheard of, especially one who seems so frail.

I nod, “She wants to be free of this place, and we shall help her. That was the wish of the woman who shares the name of our magnificent ship after all.”

I do not indulge my crew’s idle gossip, for I alone no what ails the girl. She searches for something that is quite rare, she craves it, and we can take her to it. Call it madness if you must for a young girl to join the open seas, but truth be told, all who tirelessly seek with feverish ambition are somewhat mad, myself included. It is my belief that to seek greatness you must be possess a bit of madness.