Speesteel Rapier Part I

The sky of Stranglethorn Valley was clear blue and the apple she was biting tasty. Drustan was exploring the sand.
Anelia was calmly observing the horizon and the sea surface with her experienced eyes, with luck, she would spot some animal to hunt for their meal. Although what caught her attention wasn’t a prey, but a silvery intensive shine coming trough the water near the beach edge, where the sea meats the sand.
She got up all the sudden to inspect the glowing object. Nothing could be wasted at these hard times. Getting near the bank she leaned forward to look at it – oh and what a delightful surprise for her eyes! – a smile invaded her face when they met the shining blade, stringed in the sand, half submersed was an elegant crafted rapier, appearing new and in good shape. She pulled it out immediately to appreciate it better outside the water. A strange blue glow was spinning around the extremity of the blade. She picked the apple she was previously eating, from the ground, throwing it in the air, making the rapier swirl the air in multiple directions, with amazing speed. Millesimal seconds after the apple became not much more than dust.
Still looking with an hypnotized expression at the magnificent weapon, a ray of light shined upon its surface, making tiny characters craved on it visible to the eye. Anelia narrowed her eyes, in an attempt to read them, but with no success, the characters were not from any language she knew. She was still thinking about this when a strange singing arrived to her pointy ears...

Ohhhhh... fifteen Mounds on a dead man's chest
Yoo-hoo-hoo, and a bottle o' Tums
Twix and the Snickers had done for the rest
Yoo-hoo-hoo, and a bottle o' Tums
Yoo-hoo-hoo! - and a bottle o' Tums

She turned again to the sea and gazed at the ship that had arrived to the coast, how could she had been so distracted? Tilting her head to the side she went back to pick her backpack and eyeglass, wich she used to observe the crew of the approaching ship - humans dressed with swashbucklers, buccaneers, three-pointed hats and red bandanas – the Bloodsail Bucanneers.
Her ears flapped a bit more as she tried to understand the discussion two of them were having, which wasn’t hard since this man liked to scream instead of talk:

First voice- "Look! She has somethin' shinin' at her hands!"
Second voice- "What be it she have thar?"
Third Voice- "Captain be t' cutlas!"

As the last one said this, a little tumult went trough the ship and a group of sailors spread and picked some boats, apparently they were very interested to arrive fast at the beach where Anelia was standing.
Noticing this, she putted back the eyeglass into her bag, and replaced the sword hanging at her belt by the speed steel rapier, throwing the old one to the sea. With a fast sprint she dwelled into the vast vegetation of Stranglethorn Valley jungle, stopping eventually to leave some traps on the way. Her intuition was telling her that there was some mystery connected to that sword, one she was supposed to discover, not just because of weapon’s fascination, or the amazing looks of the rapier, but also due to the great power that seemed to eradicate from it. Even extremely rational and straightforward she still believed in destiny.
She ran more and more into the depths of the jungle, until meeting a large wall of ancient stone, standing there blocking her way. This wall had a fountain, the water coming out of it trough the mouth of a strange stone sculpted creature, perhaps a Naga bust. Anelia bended over to drink the water, was so thirsty after all that running and only realized how tired she was when she stopped. Doing this, she got aware of a recess, in the stone, that easily could go unnoticed, just the perfect place to hide a weapon like that. The recess was big enough for her delicate tiny hand and the rapier, but not much else. “Must be faith indeed” she thought. Looking around the clearing, she found a pair of tree roots covered by leafs. There she laid and camouflaged herself, if they would come she would be ready. But much time passed and the danger seemed gone, her eyes begun to feel heavy…very heavy, and her body claimed or rest…
-“Ahoy! little elf!"
-"Come on, rise and shine! Wake up gin'er lass!"
She opened one eye, still confused if what was happening was part of the dream or reality. A human dressed in a slight better way than the rest, with an admiral hat was standing in front of her, staring her down. Unfortunately the poking from his sword pierce made her sure the vision was very real. Anelia stretched herself and calmly gazed at him, inspecting him from the head to the feet, with a cold, focused look. Checking an enemy fast for weak spots was one of her best qualities. She also noticed Drustan was observing the scene from a treetop, like a trustful guardian.
-"I think ye have somethin' that belong t' us!"- The pirate was walking in circles. -“Yet we searched your bags and we didn't found that cutlas you were holdin' near t' beach edge! Where did ye find it? Speak lass or you'll have t' consequences! Catch me drift?”
Anelia replied in a cool, contained tone – “I have no sword, I threw it to the sea, right at the place where you spotted me, and ran here in case your intentions weren’t the best towards me. Apparently I was right. The only thing I have with me are this clothes, my back pack and the owl, think it was capable of swelling it?” – She raised an eyebrow and stared at him with a provoking look. The rest of the filthy crew that stand behind him, exploded with laughs.
The man with black long jacket and admiral hat replied with a surprised expression – “Shiver me timbers! T' little elf be a good liar and think she be smart! If it wasn't your looks I would say your one o' us!"
As he ended this sentence he approached a sitting Anelia to hold her chin with one hand, turning it gently, inspecting her face for a moment, while she tried to hide the repugnance she was feeling. - "Beautiful specimen we have here, long time since I saw one o' those… Ah t' much time in t' sea…" – The man let out a long deep sigh.- "But well, if you ain't gonna talk, I don't have time t' loose, torturin' you here. Take her Seadog! We will be aft at this shores later. Now t' t' sea! Avast!"
- “Yes Cap’tain!” – replied the sailor and took her as a sack over his shoulder.
- “What are you doing?! I have nothing of yours! I did nothing, I’m innocent!”- Anelia strived, but Seadog seemed immune to her nails and bites. Unarmed she couldn’t escape, plus they were too many for both her and Drustan. The loyal owl followed her all the way, and she only lost the sight of it when a hammer reached her head and she passed out. Seems that her screams and protest had been too much for the crew.

When she woke up again, with a huge headache she found herself inside a boat, surrounded by the sea and the rude Bloodsail buccaneers singings:
“A Buccaneers' life is exciting and bold,It is a charming story that ought to be told
As I sit on the deck, to write me memoir
I open me log and write AR AR AR AR”
Yet, she had recovered her coolness. Giving little steps she got near the board, leaning her arms over it. With a bored and helpless expression she observed her surroundings. Drustan was still there, standing at the top of the sail, he would never leave her. But where the hell were they?
While she was still submersed within her thoughts, crossing possibilities and making plans of getting out of there, a rough drunken voice screams “Land cap’tain! Land!”, making a claim rise all over the ship. Anelia narrowed her eyes, trying to see the place the man with the dumb face was pointing at: there it was , an island surrounded by mists…
She gazed back at the corner where she was dumped asleep, strangely as it seemed, the backpack was still there. A grin born upon her face. “How far could the human stupidity go by underestimate a pretty face?”

And the pirate singing continued celebrating the approaching of land…

And it's yo ho ho And it's hoist the sail high
"Swab the deck";, says the captain The crew says "AYE. AYE!";
Avast me hearties, you're the finst by far
We sail the high seas with our Arr Arr Arr Arr
We'll shiver me timbers , it's Arr Arr Arr Arr