“One day me fair maiden ’tis shall all be yours.” The pirate captain said sweeping his arm in a big arc as they two of them stood on the balcony of the castle in the air.
“it’s all mine already,” thought the fair maiden before actually speaking. “Not for a very long time my wonderful captain,” she said snuggling up against him.
“Aye, unfortunately me dear I may not be long ‘o ’tis ‘ere seven seas.”
“What do you mean?” the maiden asked forgetting her pirate voice when they weren’t in public, “are you sick?”
Our good pirate captain’s ancestors biggest concerns were illnesses like scurvy, cannonball poisoning and allergic reactions to steel blades slicing their innards up. While pirates of the new world still suffered those illnesses they were also susceptible to so serious illnesses like colds and runny noses. But they knew the risks when they became pirates and they did it without question, just like our good captain knew exactly what he was doing when his fate changed on the gloomy winter night more years ago than he could remember.
“Aye, me dear, I’m a-feared what I have be worse than any runny nose could be.”
The fair maiden looked on in frightened amazement. “What are you talking about?”
As the pirate captain looked out over the docks where his ship, the Privateer, was moored. The massive wooden beast of a ship with it’s three tall masts, five working decks which included a huge galley, sleeping quarters, storage areas and one entire deck for the 100 strong cannons, floated gently on the rippling water.
“Th’ story it does start many moons ago. You see th’ Privateer she wa’ not always mine.”
The fair maiden looked on with concern, they’d barely spent any time together, it was less than a month since she was rescued from her previous lacklustre life of nothingness and thrust into a life of piracy. Barely a month since she realised that some football player was nothing compared to the wonderful pirate captain who rescued her.
“Tell me the story, please.” she said as she held him tighter.
The captain went on to explain his story.
Many years ago when the good pirate captain was second mate aboard the Bountiful, a ship captained by the infamous Captain Morgan. Not the famous pirate from the history books, the guy who owned the rum distillery, you know the one it was called The Pirates Barrel, well he owned that until he decided he wanted to buy a ship and he sold it to the someone else named Morgan.
Aboard the ship the crew were getting restless, the decisions made by the captain appeared pointless, dangerous and reckless. They hadn’t won a fight in months, they hadn’t been paid and every day their numbers lessened, they all knew something had to be done so they approached the second mate with their concerns.
“Aye, what ye are callin’ fer is a bloody mutiny.” the second mate says to the crew.
Cheers roared and clangs of metal on metal could be heard across the deck as every pirate aboard swarmed into a large group and raised their swords.
“Aye!” the crowd roared.
Because our now good captain was second in charge the deed to over powering the Captain Morgan was down to him. It was not a task he took lightly, he spent a full night and day thinking about his deed. Was it worth it? Was it what he wanted to be known for? Could he even do it? In his mind he knew it was worth it, like the rest of the crew he could see the damage that Morgan was doing. With the help of the crew he knew it was possible and the glories of success of course meant he would step up to be captain. He would be captain of his own ship, something not often afforded to men so young. The decision was made.
During the following night the good soon to be captain and five of his best men crept into Morgan’s room, he was snugly wrapped under the blankets snoring peacefully. Before Morgan knew what was happening he was dragged out of bed and at the point of the sword he was tied, bound and marched to the deck. Under the light of the full moon Morgan was forced to walk the plank.
Morgan remained silent throughout the ordeal, the crew however were less than silent as they roared and cheered for his death. The night was calm and the large ship was barely moving on the water but the noise of the cheering crew and their swords as they clanged together in the air was nearly deafening. Morgan knew he’d been defeated but he was not going down easy.
“The murky black depths below may be me grave, but ye all shall die fer what ye have done.” Called Morgan as he stepped off the plank into the darkness.
As the men cheered and hollered the new pirate captain stood upon the deck staring into the darkness. When the crew lifted him up on their shoulders and carried him to the centre of the ship he smiled but on the inside he was racked with pain. Despite the happiness of the crew the new pirate knew that Morgan’s final words had meaning, he knew the rest of his life will be forever led by the curse of Captain Morgan.
The name of the ship was changed, the ensign was changed, the crew was added too and things started to look up for the new captain and his bawdy crew but the captain forever lived knowing the curse was in the back of his mind. Each time a mistake was made the good captain would blame the curse and with every success he spent days looking over his shoulder waiting for something to change.
“So ye see me fair maiden I broke th’ law ‘o th’ sea ‘n th’ curse can not be broken. Me fate be sealed.” said the good captain to his fair maiden as his rose his tankard of rum and gulped a large does of rum down into his belly.
“Surely you can’t still think that curse remains,” said the fair maiden. “Look at what we’ve achieved in the last few weeks.” She waved her arm towards the castle in the air.
“Th’ curse does not stop all jolly thin’s me dear.”
“Ok what about the old man’s story? He chose you to give that to, you did not choose him. What about the booty we found from the old man’s map? And what about the fact you made that man want for nothing until his dying day? That alone must give you enough kudos points to wipe out any old dead captains curse.”
“Th’ curse ‘o th’ scurvy pirate cap’n can not be wiped out wit’ points ‘o kudos” The captain laughed.
“Then we wont rest until we find a way to wipe it.” the fair maiden said again moving close to him and wrapping her arms around him.
“I wish it be that easy.”
“Nothing be easy you scurvy bastard!” she said with a smile. “But that doesn’t mean we don’t try. It means between us we never give up!”
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