“Dammit.” I thought as I looked around and saw not a woman in sight. Was I hearing voices? I had not heard a female voice in so long. I remembered once having a maiden, a good maiden, by my side where ever I went. But aboard this ship of dark crew there appeared to be not a female before.

Was it that voice from the past that I heard, or was it just a figment of my imagination? Was my disillusioned mind twisted just far enough to be sending me voices that were not there? Honestly I thing anything seemed possible.

I wish I had time to reminisce about my past, about the ships I captained, but most of all now the memory had been recovered I wished I had the time to think about her. I wish I knew where she’d been since I was captured, but most of all I hoped she was in good health and that my crew, whatever was left of them, had taken her on as their leader and given her a command like I had always intended.

But that time was not afforded to me because I had been brought up from the darkened depths of this hell ship and placed in front of a tall and formidable looking pirate captain and he was asking who I was.

I wanted to be honest, I wanted to tell the pirate before me who I was. I wanted to tell him where I had come from. Even if I was a bad person who deserved to be incarcerated aboard this ship any hell this pirate could be me through could not be worse than I had been through. The problem was that I still could not remember who I was, all I could remember was snippets of information. Six ships, two large and loyal crews, a small port, wealthy beyond what we needed, the love of a good woman, pubs, taverns and a large house. But for the life of me there was not a name or a descriptor amongst any of those memories.

“’ave ye lost yer tongue, Pirate.”

I hadn’t, but I was still struggling to form words. It had been so long since I had spoken.

“Ye look familiar, Pirate. Can ye stand up so I can be seein’ yer face?”

I shake my head.

“I be Captain Bildgepoole. Meself ‘n me crew mean ye no harm. Whether ye be whom I believe I saw in yer eyes or nah ye must believe that yer ship be dead in th’ water. I can promise ye safety aboard me ship th’ Revenge. Does that name rin’ any bells wit’ ye Pirate?”

Upon hearing the names the man before me spoke I lost the support my legs had been offering. I may have only risen a few inches, looking no higher than the pirate captain’s knee caps, but I suddenly collapsed. Bildgepoole and Revenge rattled like scattered bones around my head. There was something with those words something from my past.

Was he?

Could he be?

Is that ship?

“Help ‘im up.” The man who called himself Captain Bildgepoole called to the men who had brought me up from my cell. “Support th’ man so I can look ‘im in th’ eyes.”

I feel four hands gently grab my arms and pull me up to my feet. Whether it was the uncertainty of the situation, or dare I say it the possibility of being saved, I don’t know but my sore legs still did not want to support me. I was propped up by the two pirates and suddenly found myself looking directly into the eyes of the pirate captain.

We stared at each other for several moments not saying a word. Even with my eyes still adjusting to the sunlight I was able to see something in the pirate captain’s eyes. He held a past, but didn’t we all. He had killed, but hadn’t we all. He had done good, but had we all?

Did I recognise him? I couldn’t tell but I can tell you that at the exact time I was staring into his eyes my own mind was flooded with the same images of only seconds before. Ships, two crews, a small port, wealth, a good woman, pubs, taverns and a large house. But what did it all mean?

Captain Bildgepoole spoke. “Through th’ grit, through th’ stubble ‘n through th’ aging, weather beaten face I can now see that I do recognise ye.” It appeared I was about to find out who I was. “But alas that does nah matter. ’tis time t’ abandon yer ship, th’ Revenge awaits.”

“But sire.” I said through a gravelly dry and sore throat. The words sounding harsh and only partly legible. I summoned all the strength I could to speak the next few words. “Hoo…am..I?”

“Ye once led a crew o’ pirates who held ye in such high regard that mighty few pirate captains, meself included, could hope t’ live up too. Ye were a fair cap’n who knew right from wrong ‘n knew when ‘n where even was wrong needed t’ triumph fer th’ betterment o’ those around ye. But then ye disappeared without a trace. It wasn’t ’til I was found by th’ Captain who owns th’ ship I now command that I realised thar was someone else on this earth like ye.”

“Who…amI?” My voice was less strained but a few words was still all I could manage.

I still could not place the pirate before me. What images and memories there were rattling through my head seemed to mean something but at the same time nothing. I desperately tried to push those images to the back of my mind and bring forward something, anything that told me who this Captain Bildgepoole was, but nothing happened.

“When I first knew ye ye went by th’ moniker o’ Captain Blackscuttle.” Captain Bildgepoole said. “But alas we do nah ‘ave time fer this, we must leave th’ ship.”

Previous Pirate story here.