“Wha’ be yer tale young pirate?” The Good Captain asked the pirate standing on the shore of the remote island.
The crew of the Privateer had been on the water for three days, a mixture of sea going training exercises and looting had been their goal before they left port and headed into the rising sun. At the same time the crew of the Revenge had set sail to the west for the same purposes. Divide and conquer was their goal and their achievement.
It had been a long and successful three day campaign, the hull of the Privateer was sitting low in the water thanks to the piles of loot stashed in there. Although the crew had been prepared for a bloody battle against the small village hidden in the atoll of islands situated just south of the tropics it had not eventuated. When the crew went ashore, cannons ablaze and swords high in the air the remaining inhabitants of the small village surrendered without a fight, ceding to the Good Captain and releasing the village’s treasures to the crew without question. For their willingness to cede without a fight the Good Captain ordered the village be looted but the towns people and their homes be spared.
Taking the southern most sea route home from the tropics the Privateer came across the small island almost by accident. The sand was bright white, almost like it had remained untouched for ever, the trees were lush, green and the growth was thick. The Good Captain has spent several hours watching the island, as had Stinkalot McStubby up in the crow’s nest, neither had seen signs of life anywhere and that was why the decided to go to shore and explore the island.
The Good Captain chose ten men to be apart of the discovering party, leaving his second mate in charge of the Privateer and to keep and eye out for other ships coming into the area. Everyone knew their jobs and got down to it.
When The Good Captain stepped onto the sandy island coastline he immediately saw something move in the thick lush shrubbery of the trees. Immediately he knew all was not as it seemed and within seconds the movement revealed itself to be a lone pirate, ragged in appearance as if he’d not seen a good meal or a change of clothes in a long time. He was weather beaten, his hair scraggy and his garb holed and dirty, but he showed no fear, in fact he showed a glee, the sort of glee that only a man finally being saved could show. It was at that time the Good Captain asked for the young pirates story.
The weathered young pirate began to tell his story.
“Has been three years maybe even t’ th’ mighty day since that pirate cap’n did say t’ me, “Ahoy me lad ’tis time fer ye t’ come join our crew. We needs pirates like ye, now come along lad adventure ‘n glory does wait fer ye!””
The Good Captain and his discovery party looked on with question but said nothing instead waiting for the young pirate to continue his story.
“I took these words as if they was gold ‘n joined his crew wit’ merry abandonment ‘n a sense o’ inclusion. Immediately we set sail fer quests untold and as th’ days wen’ on I remained hopeful ‘n positive. I spent th’ first week wit’ a bottle o’ rum in me hand ‘n I couldn’t help but dream o’ loot ‘n foreign lands!
‘twas on th’ 16th night at sea, a dark ‘n gloomy night, a night wit’ howlin’ westerly wind ‘n gusts so strong they would blow a pirate o’ th’ deck. In th’ depths o’ such toil ‘n misery we struck a hidden reef ‘n our fate was sealed. Th’ ship I’d began t’ reckon o’ as home started t’ sink, beneath th’ white frothy water ‘n into th’ inky black water she did go.”
“And what was the name of this ship?” The Good Captain asked.
“Royal Fortune,” The young pirate replied before continuing his story. “Afore I knew wha’ was happenin’ I was driftin’ in th’ rough waters o’ th’ ocean. Thar was screams ‘n blood curdlin’ groans o’ th’ crew as th’ rough sea swallowed them wit’ out a trace. Fearin’ fer life I grabbed some driftin’ wood broken off th’ sunken ship. I held on t’ th’ driftwood as long as I could tryin’ t’ rescue me ship mates but one by one they all succumbed t’ th’ waters nigh-on without question. I held on fer me life fer a full day ‘n a full night ’til I landed on this sandy isle ‘n I’ve been stuck here since that day wonderin’ how long it be afore I die.”
After hearing the young pirate’s story the Good Captain thought in silence for a few moments, his ten crew also stood in silence. The silence lasted for nearly a minute before the Good Captain started laughing a hearty laugh.
“Wha’ be so funny sir?” The young pirate asked, a hint of fear within his voice.
“Wha’ be yer name young lad?” The Good Captain asked.
“Jack Valour” the young pirate replied.
“Well Jack, let me jus’ give ye a verse.” The Good Captain, known for his poetry then called out in rhyme.
“ye’re banjaxed! ye’re scre’ed!
Black death will be a-comin’ fer ye!
Stranded on an island lost at sea!
Shipwrecked is all ye’ be!”
The crew laughed loudly at the Good Captain’s humorous verse, at the same time the Jack Valour looked saddened, even more than when he had first revealed himself.
The Good Captain spoke again as the laughter quietened down. “Relax laddie. From this day fourth ye shall be known as Castaway McScabbard ‘n ye shall be part o’ me crew! Now, shall thar be anythin’ on this island worth us be taken?”
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