Ozzymillz
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The hot tropic wind blows, stirring the fire ever so to reveal the face of the captain. His hair is pulled back with silver and black strands that fall across his forehead, his one grey blue eye locked on the fire. He brings his hand to his face and strokes the scar that runs the length of his left cheeck, that stops where a make shift eye patch covers a wound that none of his crew have ever seen. On that eye patch, is an ominous symbol... 3 crimson dots that form a triangle. "The year was 1654, I was a young man barely 9yrs of age. I couldn't lift a cannon ball, hoist a sail, let alone tie off a canoe to dock" The captain lets out a slight chuckle. " My father saw fit none the less to put me out to sea, I never really knew my mother.... My father wasn't a terrible one, how ever he was a terrible man. He one served as an officer aboard The Miranda Mottley in 1634, an East Indian vessel running silver and spice from Bombay to the Brittish Motherland under Comodore Rosselle. He was Imprisoned for sneaking silver off the Miranda to settle the gambling debts he'd aqquired while in Jamaica. While imprisoned he met a man named Alyudasha Molief, a pirate navigator from one of the African Provinces.. . When Molief's Captain, Blaine Accetturo, came to break him out in hellish onslaught to in 1636, my father offered his knowledge of the trade routes he'd run in exchange to flee with Accetturo..." Maynard takes a solid swig of liquor then passes it to the left. " Joseph (Bloodbane) Maynad, my old man took to the pirate life quite well. He earned the title Bloodbane after an egagement with his former commanding officer Rosselle, he stabbed the poor Comodore in the gut keeping him alive long enough to feel my father reach into the gaping wound and feel that cold hand choke the life from his beating heart... In 1639, Accetturo on his death bed appointed Bloodbane to captain of The Darkened Dawn. 4 days later Acceturro died from small pox..." Captain Maynard looks up from the camp fire and notices his crew staring wildly at him, the spaniard ask in a stunned voice "You're the son of the son of Bloodbane?" Maynard nods to the young man "Aye... in 1655 I remember it being hot, as if hell it's self had opened beneath the Caribean. I knew we were tracking a Deutch merchant ship carrying armaments to Puerto Rico. We had engaged them once near southern Barbados crippled their fore topmast, but a storm rolled in from the south and we tettled for the night off the Barbados coast. I remember looking at the stars with Molief, he was teaching me night time navigation techniques, when we observed a falling star, burning bright blue across the sky. Molief Watched through his spy glass startled by the spectacle, then writing in his note book. I had seen many a star streak across, but this gave me some sense of horror don't think I'd ever expierenced in my life to the moment. Molief said it was an omen..... I believed him. The dawn came, to reveal a dense fog that clung to your skin like a hot blanket, saturating to the core. We were back on the hunt for our Deutch friends, they couldn't have gotten far, limping along with there busted mast like a broken winged duck trying to take off from water. They were headed for Puerto Rico, but could't have made it to Martinique, so our heading was set for St. Lucia. The day was hot and damp, the fog had still not lifted, making it impossible to scan the horizon for our prey. Everett was dragging his fish net aboard about 10 feet from me, trying to aquire the days provisions, when he let out a scream. Molief ran over, as did I, my father, and the other 13 crewmen. Tangled in the net was a corpse of one of the Deutch merchants, bloated and pale, with small crabs teeming out of the large open wound in his chest that went all the way through. Everett asked if this had been from our prior skirmish in Barbados, Bloodbane knelt down to examin the body, the grabbing the poor souls head by the hair and pulling him up to a sitting position. "No" Bloodbane said "This one is fresh, must have been a cannon misfire" Molief then commented that there were no powder burns on his coat or flesh for that matter.... Another 4 hrs in that infernal haze, then debris.... Crates, bobbing in the murky water, planks of wood, clothing. All of us onboard The Darkened Dawn, eyes glazed at the strange litter on the water. Everett managed to pull up one of the crates, shocked to find that it contained the armaments we were after. No doubt about it that this was our ship... We turned our vessel about then caught sight of the merchant ship drifting into a patch of fog.... " Prepare for Engagement!!" Bloodbane yelled in a lion's roar. We lunged toward the Deutch ship then our heading slowed, they weren't running..... Just drifting there on the black water. as our ship came closer, the true horror set in. Hanging form the mast were the Deutch crew... All of them stripped naked, hung upside down.... At least 26 of them, with the guls circling over head making a ruckus of moking laughter. Bloodbane looked at the twisted show, then ordered a boarding party. I wasn't allowed on the ship. My father, Molief, and 4 other crewmen went aboard. The deck was covered in blood, bits of flesh scatterd about the wooden surfaces, all of the bodies had been flayed. Apon entering the captains quarters, they found the captain, or atleast what they thought was him, Just a headless man decorated with pins and ribbons. They heard a stirring below deck... Bloodbane unsheathed his cutlass, as the weary sailors went to open the hatch to the main hold. Below deck was worse than on the surface. another 16 bodies found, 15 headless. The hull riddled with Musket fire from all directions and the last man had turned his weapon on him self for his brains clung to the hull behind him. "What the bloody hell in going on here!!" Bloodbane yelled. "This Ship is cursed!!" Molief exclaimed. Then came another stirring.... From the crate in the corner of the hull. Bloodbane dashed torward the crate, kicking the lid off with his foot, and with his blade drawn. A pale bug eyed Deutch man looking up at Bloodbane, mortifyed, and still cocking and firing his pistol.
