It had been several weeks since Captain Bildgepoole had returned to port with his mentor and once fearless leader Captain Blackscuttle. In that time Captain Blackscuttle had accepted several things, firstly that his days of captaincy were over, he was too old and too worn out to be a leader, secondly he’d accepted that his place in the community of the Good Captain would be for as long as he wanted it to be.

It was the second of those reasons that Captain Blackscuttle decided he would offer up something he’d previous planned on taking to the grave. A request for an audience with the Good Captain, Captain Bildegepoole and the Fair Maiden was granted and before long Captain Blackscuttle was telling his story.

“I may nah remember recent events too fantastically,” Captain Blackscuttle started, “but I am nah in any position t’ do wit’ this information wha’ it deserves. I did believe I would take it t’ me grave but alas here I be, rescued, safe ‘n without a care in th’ world, I therefore wish t’ be passin’ it on t’ ye fer ye t’ do as ye see fit.”

The audience of three sat in the large dinning room of the Castle in the air watching Captain Blackscuttle fidget slightly in his seat as he began to tell what it was he thought they needed or wanted to hear. Out of respect for the man who had helped guide Captain Bildegepoole into the captain he was none of the three spoke, or made a point of his nervousness, they simply waited patiently for the man to speak.

“Many a moon ago I was given some information. I was told by a rowdy ole pirate cap’n by th’ name o’ Archback ‘n his second mate Figgleberry o’ an Island. ’twas an Island o’ Gold where thar be more treasures than any pirate crew could be hopeful too see.

Now I know wha’ ye be thinkin’. Ye be thinkin’ that ye ‘ave heard this tale afore. Ye be thinkin’ ye’ve heard this tale in a thousand incarnations in every bar, inn ‘n tavern from here t’ th’ lands o’ ice way down in th’ south. But th’ difference between those tales o’ which ye’ve heard ‘n th’ tale I’m about t’ tell be that I meself ‘ave confirmed th’ existence o’ said Island O’ Gold.”

The audience of three was perplexed, part of a life of piracy was definitely hearing tales of gold. Following words of long dead seaman to the ends of the earth based on little more than a piece of scraggy paper. But a more important part was being able to decipher which stories were worthy of following and which were nothing more than drunk yabber.

First hand experience of a noted pirate captain always trumped that of any other stories but first hand experience passed on by a noted sea captain who had little to gain and was in need of nothing in the world, trumped that of any other.

“I should ne’er ‘ave begun th’ adventure when I did,” Captain Blackscuttle said, “we was ill prepared but th’ reflections o’ gold were glimmerin’ in me eyes. I’d ‘ave a particularly bad run o’ luck, we’d been looted in port by some treacherous land lubbers. We sailed into a storm on th’ northern coast line o’ some god forbidden hellish land. ‘n when we called into port I was desperate t’ hear th’ tale, too desperate fer no sooner had I heard it than I was plottin’ a course fer our forever booty.

Sadly as ye well know th’ life o’ a pirate cap’n sometimes ain’t th’ prettiest ‘n when ye be upon th’ sea any battle can be yer last, or th’ last o’ yer crew. We ‘ave all lost good pirates t’ th’ battle we thought we could win. But loosin’ them t’ a battle ye didn’ prepare fer weighs heavy on yer heart.”

As Captain Blackscuttle took a few breaths and slugged a large swirl of ale from his tankard before him the two captains and the fair maiden thought about what they had just heard. Every word the captain had spoken was to believed, that much was easy to see on his face. But to where the conversation was headed none of the three were willing to guess.

“Sometimes thinkin’ about wha’ we did haunts me in me sleep, but nah ’cause o’ wha’ we saw on that island but wha’ we were nah prepared fer. Th’ fact that we could hardly know afore we arrived wha’ t’ expect ain’t any solace at all. Many o’ th’ nightmares ‘ave faded ‘n many o’ th’ screams I once heard ‘ave quietened but that does nah mean they do nah still visit me.”

The Good Captain was starting to see perhaps a few of the reasons as to why Captain Blackscuttle was in the shape he was in when Captain Bildegepoole found him alone on that sinking ship, but he remained hushed and waited for the story to be told without voicing judgement.

“Alas me scallywags these nightmares ‘n th’ screams o’ crew may still visit from time t’ time ‘n they may ne’er go away as long as I shall live. Sharin’ wit’ ye th’ tale o’ th’ Island o’ Gold may nah right th’ wrongs me head ‘n heart believe I made but ’twill give ye th’ chance t’ succeed where I did fail.

I shall offer ye th’ insight t’ th’ Island o’ Gold that I wish I had had, th’ insight that a thousand other pirates since me failure wished they had. Wha’ ye chose t’ do wit’ that be up t’ ye, but I can tell ye now, if th’ Island o’ gold still exists th’ information I offer will see ye wealthy beyond yer wildest dreams.”

The Good Captain, and therefore all his crew were already wealthy beyond their dreams but that did not mean further wealth could not be achieved.

“’n how do we know if this island still holds this loot ye speak o’?” Captain Bildgepoole asked.

“If it is there th’ gold be there t’, n’ I can lead ye t’ it. If it’s still thar I can show ye how t’ beat it!”

Previous Pirate story here.