“Who is the scoundrel?” The Fair Maiden asked the Good Captain.

The Good Capitan appeared to know exactly who had attacked the jetty and the castle and why, but he was deep in thought as he spoke, which meant his voiced words were not entire clear to those around him. He spoke in sentences, short sentences but they were fragments of his actual thoughts and made little sense to those who could hear them.

“I should ‘ave seen this comin’. ’tis me fault fer nah seein’ it. I put those we left behind in jeopardy. I left th’ castle at risk.”

“What are ye tryin’ to say?” The Fair Maiden asked.

It took her a few more tries but eventually the Fair Maiden was able to get the Good Captain to talk and when he did the story made too much sense for her and Captain Bildgepoole to ignore.

“I was recently told o’ a pirate who was searchin’ fer me. He’d been callin’ in favours in from nigh ‘n far, favours no one seemed t’ realise he was owed. Each one o’ them served to bring ‘im closer ‘n closer t’ me.”

When the Good Captain spoke he told the full story or at least the story as he knew it. It was a story he was slightly ashamed to tell because it was a story he had been ignoring for too long. Every sign, every warning, he passed off as something that didn’t need attention.

When he was told of the bearded pirate with the scar across his forehead who favoured his right arm and walked with a limp, he was sure the story could not true> So sure was he that he’d passed it off and preferring to to give it more thought. He was sure the scoundrel was dead, he had not seen the pirate’s dead and lifeless body with his own eyes but he was sure the scoundrel had died many, many years before.

The bearded pirate had not been seen since the day before the Good Captain and crew had taken control of Captain Morgan’s ship, the first time. He was one of the few true allies of the evil bastard captain and when the ship was taken and no one had seen the bearded side kick it was assumed he was dead which also meant he was quickly forgotten.

“He’s been travellin’ th’ sea on a quest fer th’ truth, his owns truth. Th’ traitorous curr scoured sea ‘n land tellin’ all that would listen that I would die by his hand.”

There wasn’t a soul in the crew who didn’t know the story of Captain Morgan. Whether they helped with the original take down and commandeering of the ship or were a part of the final death of the evil dictating captain the tales would never be forgotten. That same crew would also not stand idle while the Good Captain was being threatened.

“If me life is t’ be spared, then he must die like his cap’n. If we are t’ be rid o’ th’ curse o’ Morgan fer good I must ‘ave this scoundrel’s head. I shall nah rest me head, no matter how weary ’til this traitorous bastard be dead.”

“Then we shall find ‘im ‘n deal ‘im th’ same card we dealt his cap’n!” Captain Bildgepoole replied without thought.

Despite the damage to his ship Captain Bildgepoole ordered his men immediately back to work and within twenty minutes the Revenge had been untied from the jetty and was headed back out to sea.


Within twenty four hours the Revenge was sailing back into port on the low tide. Forty yards behind the big ship tethered by a thick hempen rope and manned by a skeleton crew was a second ship, nearly equal in size but with it’s sails down.

Tied to the bow of the Revenge was a man, a man who had long ago given up screaming but was alive. He been doused with so much water with every crashing wave that he was drenched through to his bones.

Even before the Revenge had docked the Good Captain had recognised the man tied to the bow of the ship. It was indeed who he’d expected it to be and the traitorous bastard was going to die the same way his captain, the man he’d remained so loyal to, had died, the second time.

Under the glowing full moon and cloudless midnight sky the Good Captain pushed the headless corpse out into the bay to be eaten by whatever sea creatures populated the waters at night. Before the dead torso was even discovered by the shark circling the bay the Good Captain was tossing the man’s head into the fire and chanting.

“I ‘ave been avenged, ye ‘ave been absolved. Me crew has served yer justice but nah upon me, upon yourself. They made it right. Vengeance was deserved, ’twas mine. Yer honour has died wit’ ye ‘n yer cap’n, me honour has been preserved.”

The Fair Maiden pushed herself up against the Good Captain, the crowd shuffled noisily and the fire roared with flames reaching skyward more than fifty feet.

The Good Captain spoke again.

“I swear a deadly oath t’ all th’ enemies o’ meself ‘n this crew. By Poseidon’s name no supporter o’ th’ evil Morgan, no traitor, no doer o’ wrongs against th’ crew shall go unpunished. Hear me words, on land ‘n on sea. Tremble as ye hear them, fer our vengeance will be merciless n’ quick.”

Previous Pirate story here.