Captains log 1:
It's a fresh new day, a new voyage, a new me. The untamed sea has welcomed a new sailor.... Aye, and welcomed him harshly it did. It all started at the outpost which I had spaw… COUGH! COUGH! I mean, awoken onto. Upon a quick scan of the island, I had found ye old trusty wooden sloop. How this sloop came to be I do not know, but what I do know is that one man's loss best be nother man's treasure! and so it goes that the ship, is now in my possession. Getting the sloop to move went without a hitch, however, not soon after, the ship started to rumble and moan. Was there an earthquake? No! Much worse, the ship had been struck! Above, the innocent white doves could be heard mocking me with their cackling. Great! So now how do we "put a plug on this bottle"?, I scan the top deck and find nothing. "Talk about smooth sailing" I comment, as I make my way to the bottom deck. Ah ha! a barrel of wood and… bananas?! Sure why not, can't plunder on an empty stomach. I take the sweet yellow delicacy in my hand, bring it close to my mouth, and... swallow it whole! Who needs to peel it anyways, a sailor needs all the proteins he can get. Alright that's enough messing around, I exclaim, as I patch up the hole. Finally it's time to start the adventure, I work up the anchor and lower the sails. "Off to..." I pause, it hadn't occurred to me until now that I had no idea where I may be going, none the less, whatever I may find will write itself as a new adventure, and more importantly, me own adventure.
Captains log 2:
I have been sailing these vast seas for 3 hours now, no sign of imminent danger. I have spotted so far, a 4 manned galleon and a 3 manned brigantine off into the south side of the map, near what many call "The devil's roar". I dare not approach such area, as volcanic eruptions and clouds as black as the cloak of death can be seen from where I cast sail. It seems like sailing those waters might get too heated for me, especially when under fire. Alas, it is true what they say about nature being unforgiving in these here waters! I had met a close encounter about two or three days ago with such a unrelenting storm that I have never come across before. Monstrous sea waves they may be, they rise, tumble, and toy with ships. Lightning that somehow manages to strike ye with great frequency and precision, makes one wonder if the seas are cursed or if it may be just ye own self who is cursed. And such darkness at night, unrelenting and unforgiving, leaves you blind to oncoming obstacles and deceive ye with desire to light the lanterns, lighting the way for others to find and prey upon ye own ignorance. However these experiences have made me smarter, and therefore, stronger. I have learned to expand my knowledge by sharing stories with other voyagers. It turns out that water from a bucket could be used to great lengths against many foes. For one thing water rusts golden skeleton, weakening them. But it may also be used to bucket water onto other ships, ultimately sinking them, like a slow running poison, savvy? Perhaps my trusty lantern could also be used as a tool to defeat my foes in combat. I have noticed some skellies consumed in darkness, I wonder....
Captain log 3:
It's the third day out at sea, give or take, and the days are beginning to blur together. Among some of me own voyages, I managed to join other pirate crews, sharing the spoils of the rewards evenly. I have amassed great rewards and can't wait to get more. Gold is never scarce in these waters, and some day, I know it all be mine. But first, I must rid myself of any close encounter with other scurvy dogs. Aye, I have met many good captains out at sea, but not every great captain has a great crew. As my reputation has increased I have learned to be weary for the sea holds many old salts, far greater than I. Perhaps I may still have use for other crews, they might help me reach the gold faster, and so far, they have been necessary to defeat the "Great beasts" hiding in the darkness. Note to self, the birds at sea seem to be leading me somewhere. In one such occasion I decided to chase them down and discovered below the surface of the water laid a fine ship wreck! I can hardly hold back me own excitement, me mouth be salivating, and me eyes, oh me eyes! They be glowing with the reflection of an amassed haul of booty!
Captains log 4:
I've been sailing for almost a week now, quite recently I had spotted seagulls on an uncharted island off on the horizon, the birds... I think they were calling for me. The island seemed uninhabited at first... well I was right, for at least it was uninhabited by anything living. A boney army of skeletons climbed out from their sandy grounded graves almost as if they were out for revenge. That's when it hit me, the whole island was a giant bone cemetery. I sprinted around the island, I had to get out fast, I thought to myself. "Forget a game of cat and mouse this is more like an extreme game of undead cat litter and a mice!". I was desperate to find my escape, but I had forgotten where I had docked the ship, I need to find that ship!... but... I wasn't going to leave my new found spoils go to waste! These are the words that immediately formed onto my mind as I had accidently found a full, cash hog of a chest!...not bad for my first time. "No more running, time to fight!" , with my sword in hand I hit 3 or 4 skellies with three swift slashes, and these skellies crumbled before the sword. Another 3 lightning slashes followed by a charged up sword jab and they all bite the dust. "Easy!", I thought. It's a shame though, I was so focused on those skellies in front of me that I had forgotten to check my surroundings. I hear a faint sound, something sizzling behind me, the sizzling getting louder, like a beast growling from behind. I turn my head towards the sound and then... BOOM!!!
Captain log 5:
I thought this was the end of the journey, the end of my life, but now I find myself in a terrifying, yet bewildering situation. I'm on board the legendary cursed ferry man ship! I had heard it spoken off only in legends, told by a few other pirates in a collection of journals in an article, found at home, called "The Sea of Thieves' community post". I miss those days out at sea, I even miss those pesky birds who mocked me. While reading the journals, I found out that some skeletons retained some intelligence upon death, giving them the ability to carry a gun powder barrel and explode themselves with many unlucky sea men. As it is a new discovery in my voyage I have decided that I will label this type of curse as "Annoying AI". It must have been one of these type of gun powder skellies that must have sent me down here. But... where is here? In here, in this cursed ship it was like being underwater but I am not drowning, it's like a different space... It's hard to explain, but the best way to describe it is that everything flows here. The captain himself, doesn't look like he is commanding the ship either, it's more like him and the ship, both, are sailing with one mind and in harmony. Even my body flows with the ambiance here, it radiates with that greenish blue glow from the ghost ship. If I remember correctly this glow is actually the cursed magic of the ferry man ship. This cursed magic is running through me but it's not harming me, why did the community journals say it was cursed then?... perhaps this cursed magic is what I'm feeling, perhaps... this IS the "flow".
Captain log 6:
It seemed that the captain of the cursed ship, and thereby the ship itself had granted me another chance to navigate the seas. I wasn't going to let this chance go away, it's time to bring out the big guns! I loaded myself with all the cannonballs I could carry, loaded them into the cannon and then blasted the island in a furry of cannonballs. "This is my will" Boom! one ball flies into a group of skellies. "This is my revenge" Boom!, another iron ball is volleyed through the hollow skulls of those pesky skellies. Only after I had deteriorated all iron ball ammunition would my job be done. "The plunder... all of it! It will be mine!" I demanded, as I stared at the now empty island. As the cannon on my ship smoked, the smell of gunpowder consumed the atmosphere. With haste, I brought on top of the ship my chest of valor! Up above, a bird circled above me, casting a shadow upon the surface of the sloop, my eyes might be deceiving me but I believe to have seen a gray albatross... And upon the reflection of the water I pondered, I believed, to have seen, glowing eyes coming from my reflection... perhaps it's a sea creature, I dismissed, I must be getting groggy from the hunger.
Captain log 7:
No salt in these seas can describe my anger, my desire for revenge. As I left the island, I sailed back to an outpost. At some point during my time sailing to the outpost, like a silent hand slowly extending itself over the seas, the night had creeped up and grabbed me, pulling me into a darkness that choked the light out of me eyes, and drowned the world in silence. In the distance I could see what seemed to be black crows, "The Outpost! it is near! The Plunder!!! It will all be mine!!!" I had began to celebrate by drinking some grog and playing horribly tuned music. Boom! A sudden hit to hull of the ship. Beside me was another sloop, with a crew of two trying to steal me own plunder, "No! I won't go out without a fight!", I rushed towards the nearest cannonball barrel and... This dark idea, like a seed implanted in me head, had bloomed into something terrifying, something that could only be described as pure, body freezing, horror! I had depleted all iron ball ammo from the cannonballs, I had nothing to fight back with! With the last resort being a race back to the island, I focused all energy on repairing, the crows could be heard crackling, they were laughing at me again! BANG! One hole from a blast to the hull of the ship, water now pouring in, despair now setting in me mind. CRACK! another hole to the hull of the ship, water drowning out the lower decks, anger drowning out me voice. "I must repair faster! I must steer the ship! I need more hands on deck!" I was so close to finishing repairs... so, so, close... when a sharp cold blade pierced me back and had connected my soul back to the cursed ferryman ship... with me last breath I said "I could have had a banana!"
Captain log????
I do not know how long I be stuck here, cast out of the seas and into the ferryman's ship... it seems that this time I will not escape this newly built prison of a cursed ship. I curse those who had dared take me spoils of battle. "It was mine! ALL MINE! and I will have it BACK"... As the gates to the living opened, A bright glow, embraced me from behind. The cursed ship and it's captain, had finally accepted me as one of their own. Finally... I have been reborn.

Captain log-RePeAt ReveNge ReboRn RaVEn

It's a fresh new day, a new voyage, a new me...
As his eyes opened and became adjusted to the night, to the dark the first thing noticed was birds crowing from above. From the outpost on the horizon one could see and hear up above, light-devouring, black ravens dancing in flight, crowing their song. Crowing their song for their new captain, "Revenge, Reborn, Repeat! Revenge, Reborn, Repeat!". There was two things he regretted 1. His desire for revenge was not accomplished and 2. … He could have had a banana. It is said that to this day the captain could be heard singing along with the ravens. From the distance , a black ship with black sails rose from the dark tinted waters. The sails, like black raven wings behind a silhouette of a shadowy figure, a captain, were ready to take flight at his command. Glowing green eyes emanated from his face where his eyes should have been located. The cursed ship was said to sail with the flow of the sea, forevermore. The shadow figure, the pirate legend: captain and ship now share one name, one soul, one body. The Black Raven

The moral of the story?... Well you could always use more protein, so don't forget to eat a banana...
Oh yeah and never get too greedy, for the sea of thieves is meant to be shared.

Can we enter more than one story? I have so many tales to tell I don't know which one to choose 😂

The Mighty Red Dog, & The Sea of Friends
(Based on a true story!)

Twas’ an unusually cold night in the Devils Roar. The Crew of the Red dog had just sold an Athena’s Chest at Morrows Peak Outpost, and were enjoying a tankard of Rum in the Tavern. Captain Beattie and his fellow crew of Pirate Legends (First Mate Nayfe Pacewell and his Crewmate Pithen).

Captain Beattie was a tall, rugged Pirate. He sported a long Brown Beard, a long black coat, and Legendary Boots & Gloves which glowed a faint green. His Hat was wide brimmed, with a golden yellow feather in the back, plucked from the Wings of a rare Sea Falcon. He had a long scar across his left eye, from battling the Ancient One – a fearsome Great Shark, long as a galleon with a row of razor sharp teeth. He had two more scars on his right cheek, from another fierce battle with the violent Captain Warsmith and a crew of Undead Skeletons. He was a tried and tested pirate. A True Veteran of the Seas.

His First Mate, Nayfe Pacewell, sported a silky white shirt, with black seadog’s Pants and a legendary belt. He wore a black vest on top of his white shirt, and Black boots that Glowed with hot metal, formed at the Clothing Shop at Morrows Peak. He had an unusually attractive face for a Pirate. Often being described as “The Most attractive Pirate on the Sea of Thieves". The curls of his hair shone in the light, and the stubble on his face suited him. His looks were deceiving – as he was a Fine Sailor and Pirate. Often gaining the advantage over other pirates in battle, who saw his Good Looks as a sign that he was not a seasoned swordsman. He soon proved any advisary wrong in that regard!

Pithen was a slim, tattooed covered Pirate with a rugged beard that covered the scar on his lip. He was mute, as the Mighty megladon had slashed his throat in a battle months before, although his wounds didn't deter him in the least. He was as tough as they came. He wore a glowing green Eyepatch on his left eye, a Golden Hook on his left hand, and a Glowing Legendary Peg on his right leg – Signs of the many furious battles he had taken part in. He was the most fearsome, Battle hardened Pirate the seas had ever seen - Even rivaling the legendary Captain Zylbrad, whom he had dueled before to test his skills. He had tattoos of Swords, Anchors, and Flintlocks – Signifying bloodlust and his love for battle. He wore a Glowing Red Captains hat and belt, forged from the same hot Metal as Nayfe’s boots. He was a True Pirate Legend. Skilled at boarding other ships, and known for taking no prisoners.

The three of them had been sailing the Seas for years together. A tight, efficient crew who had built a reputation amongst Pirates as being Cutthroat, and a force to be reckoned with!
They sat in the Tavern, listening to Dukes drunken ramblings about the Adventurous Bilge Rats, and their escapades and games which were popular amongst sailors with free time, and a sense of Competition! Captain Beattie was in the corner, chatting to the Mysterious Stranger who often hung beside the bar at the outpost – Giving him insight into the tales of Legendary Pirates before him.
As Pithen took a swig of his rum, something outside the tavern caught his eye. He stood up and walked to the door. He dropped his tankard, seemingly panicked! He turned to the crew and pulled out a scrunched up piece of paper from his pocket, which read "I see something in the water!!". The crew lept up and followed Pithen to the door. He pointed to the Horizon. The cloud of a fabled Skeleton fort hung in the distance! "Yarrr! Well spotted Pithen! Quick Lads, to the Red Dog!" Proclaimed Captain Beattie.
They dropped their tankards and flipped the Tavern Owner a gold coin. They rushed down toward the dock, leaping over the Geyser in the center of the Outpost. They ran down to the dock and lept aboard the Crimson Red Galleon. Its Ghostly Green reaper figurehead reflecting off the water. "Drop Sails Boys, Mister Nayfe, Take the helm!" The Captain Cried. They dropped the dark red sails, and the Image of A Skull with Crossed Flintlocks flapped in the wind. They grabbed the rigging and turned the sails to catch full Billow, as Nayfe took the helm and steered them towards the ominous cloud in the distance.
Within the hour, they got to a close enough distance of the Skull Fort to see what was happening. It was the fabled Crow’s Nest Fortress. Pithen stood on the bow, spyglass in hand. "What do you see, lad?" Captain Beattie yelled. Pithen ran back and pulled out another scrunched up piece of paper, with Rum stains on the sides. 'I see a ship!'. There was a galleon and a brigantine, locked in a vicious battle for the fort - and the loot within! Cannons and gunshots were exchanging quickly between the two ships. "What's our plan of attack, Captain?" Nayfe asked. Captain Beattie replied with a smirk - "Let’s take the Red Dog behind those large rocks to the north west! Take them by Surprise we will! Pithen, you shoot over and board the Galleon. I'll follow behind and board the Brigantine it’s fighting. They'll think we're both from the opposing crews, and we'll wreak havoc on them both! Be sure to get below deck to stop them from repairing any cannon holes! When I give the signal Mister Nayfe, you sail out at half sails and fire on the Galleon with everything you’ve got!". Nayfe Smiled at the Captain “This won’t be like the Battle of Discovery Ridge will it Cap?”. Captain Beattie looked back at him “I told you son, that wasn’t my Fault. How was I supposed to know they had Two Crews on One ship?!”. Nayfe Laughed “Well I’ll watch the ladders this time to make sure we don’t get boarded whilst you’re both over there!”. The Captain pulled out a Long, Black Cutlass – a Golden Unicorn Cast into its handle. It was given to him by the Ferryman long ago, and showed signs of wear from the constant battles it had been used in.
They crept behind the Rocks, the sounds of constant cannon fire getting closer. A Pirate Legend Galleon with Ghostly Sails was lighting up the smaller, slightly green Brigantine. The Red Dog came to a halt, hidden from view. Pithen aimed the front two cannons over the rocks. As he climbed inside one, he held up another piece of paper 'Shooting myself out of a cannon!'. "Aye Lad. Nayfe, I'll shoot my flintlock when it’s time for you to sail out!" Captain Beattie said as he climbed into the cannon alongside Pithen.

BOOM! Captain Beattie flew over the rocks and through the air, his long black coat flapping in the wind. From the great height he reached, he saw Pithen land with a Splash, right in front of the Galleon which was moored next to the fort! Moments later, a rush of cold water slowed his descent as he landed alongside the Brigantine. His heart Raced as he swam up to the ladder, Cutlass in one hand, Flintlock in the other. He climbed up the ladder slightly, and slowly waited for the right moment to strike! He could hear the wheel of the brigantine turning. It was now or never! As he Jumped onto the deck and aimed his flintlock at the Helmsman, he couldn't believe his eyes! It was none other than the notorious Dark Samurai! A good Friend of the Red Dog Crew they had sailed with on many occasions! Samurai looked shocked! He couldn’t believe his eyes. Captain Beattie lowered his flintlock and smirked at Dark Samurai.
"YARRR! NEVER FEAR LAD, CAPTAIN BEATTIE AND THE CREW OF THE RED DOG IS HERE TO SAVE THE DAY! HA HA HARRRR!"

He aimed his flintlock at the rocks and let off a single shot, and seconds later, the Red Dog suddenly came slamming out from behind the Rocks, its Red Skull and Crossed Flintlock sails flapping with the wind on its back! Nayfe started firing cannons at the Galleon. Captain Beattie grabbed hold of one of the Brigantine Cannons, Joining Nayfe in the Barrage against the enemy ship.
Samurai Looked shocked at the sudden appearance of Captain Beattie and the Red Dog. "POSEIDON BE DAMNED! BEATTIE! WHERE IN THE BLAZES DID YOU AND THE RED DOG COME FROM?!?!" Samurai Yelled over the cannons. "No Time to explain! Quick, jump on a cannon Lad! Pithen’s on board that galleon keeping them busy!" Said Captain Beattie as he continued firing. The Three of them kept up the Barrage, pumping hole after hole into the side of the legendary galleon. Suddenly, it creaked and groaned. Slowly sinking in the water
"Hold your fire!! They're done for!" The Captain Proclaimed.

As the ship was almost deck level with the water, they watched Pithen suddenly leap furiously from the side of the Galleon into the water. “What’s he doing?” asked Samurai. “Wait for it lad…” Captain Beattie pointed at the Deck of the Sinking ship. As all four Crew members of the stricken Galleon came running out after Pithen, swords in hands - a huge fireball exploded out behind them, killing all four of them instantly! “Pithen knows just when to drop a Gunpowder Barrel son! He likes to make sure there are no survivors!”. They watched Pithen swim over with a smile on his face.
"That takes care of those salty dogs!" Captain Beattie chuckled victoriously. He looked back at the Red Dog and pulled out his speaking trumpet. "Mister Nayfe, moor us up alongside Samurai's Brigantine!" Nayfe raised the sails up, slowing the Galleon down - then dropping anchor as it pulled up alongside the Brigantine. He jumped across to the Brig and Pithen Climbed the ladder on the right out of the water. The two of them Greeting Samurai. “Why am I not surprised to see you here?” Nayfe laughed as he shook hands with Samurai. Captain Beattie Turned to the three of them, "To be honest we didn't know it was you Samurai old friend. We were plannin' on Robbin' you blind! But now that both our ships are here – LET’S TAKE DOWN THIS FORTRESS BOYS!" The captain yelled as he raised his Cutlass. They all dove into the water, weapons in hand.

As they swam up the shore of the derelict fort, gunshots whizzed past them. They prepared to attack a large group of Skeletons who were firing flintlocks at them, when the group suddenly exploded into piles of bones. They look to their right, Pithen holding a smoking blunderbuss. He smirked as he held up yet another scrunched up, rum-soaked note : 'Got 'em!'

They all ran into the Fort, armed and ready. "Stay frosty lads! Fight back to back if you need too! Don’t let them surround you! Nayfe, watch the flanks, Keep them grouped together!” The Captain cried. "Pithen, Watch out for Skeletons sniping us from the towers! Samurai, stick with me!"

Bones and blunderbuss shots were firing from every direction. Explosions rang out as the crew shot at Gunpowder barrels, swiftly destroying grouping skeletons. A second wave spawned up, and a third, and a fourth. The crew was locked into a vicious battle, for both their lives and the loot in the stronghold. Nayfe was hopping around the outskirts of the Battle, keeping the skeletons rounded up. Pithen was firing wildly with his blunderbuss, following up his shots with Sword Lunges in swift movements, cutting down Multiple Attacking Skeletons. As they finish off the Final undead pirate standing, It Suddenly fell silent. The faint sound of tribal drums could be heard as they regrouped in the center of the fortress.

A single boney hand slammed up from the ground, with a cutlass in its hand. A skeleton in a long black coat, and a hat similar to Captain Beattie's rose up from the ground, growling at the Crew. "IT’S THE CAPTAIN LADS! TAKE HIM OUT!" A dozen other skeletons rose up behind him, and the crew charged at them with a war cry.

As the crew each took on two skeletons, Captain Beattie ran straight to the Skeleton Captain, and started engaging him hand to hand in a fierce duel. As they locked their cutlasses, Beattie smiled through his thick beard, raising a scarred eyebrow. He grunted at the Skeleton “You're facing The Red Dog crew today you ancient pile of bones! It’s back to the Locker for you!" The skeleton growled and hissed back at him. It moved back and slashed it's sword as Captain Beattie blocked it, laughing loudly as he countered with a swing of his own. Pithen ran up behind the skeleton captain and pulled out his Blunderbuss, shooting him point blank. The Captain roared out loud at the shot, and turned around to quickly slice at Pithen’s head when at the last second, the captain and his crew all fell apart into a pile of bones, as Beattie Stabbed the Cursed Skeleton Captain straight through the chest, His ferryman cutlass still outstretched as the worn bones fell down around it as inanimate objects. A green glowing fortress key shaped like a Skull dropped to the ground where the captain had stood a moment earlier.
Captain Beattie picked it up. "We did it lads, Good work! Let’s get the loot from the stronghold!" He cheered. They ran out of the fortress, and gathered at the door to the mighty stronghold beneath. As the Captain placed the key into the door, the ground shook. The Crew took a step back, and the door slid open, revealing a fortune worth of Chests, silks, golden Trinkets, and the Fabled Stronghold Skull and chest. “I’ll be damned… what a Haul!” exclaimed Nayfe. “Aye Lad” Captain Beattie replied. “Go Get the Row Boat off the Back of the Red Dog and Bring it to the Front of the Fort!”.

The crew ran back and forth, loading all the loot into the small wooden rowboat. Once the stronghold was empty, Nayfe and Pithen quickly rowed it back and docked it up to the Red Dog. Captain Beattie turned to Samurai. "Well played today lad. Leave that Beat up Brigantine here. Come join our crew and we'll sail to Ancient Spire outpost to sell the lot!". "Aye Captain! Twas a fine battle indeed!" Samurai replied as they move the Loot into the Captains quarters.

The crew dropped sails and headed for Ancient Spire, the Brigantine scuttling down into the water behind them. Pithen is transfixed on the huge stash of loot. "Pithen, come help us with the damned rigging son! There’ll be plenty of time to admire the loot when we’re selling it!" Captain Beattie cried out from the helm. Pithen ran out, quickly holding up yet another Rum soaked note ‘Sorry’. He grabbed the main sail line and adjusted the huge sails into the wind.

The Red Dog sped into Ancient Spire, full billows, towards the wooden pier. Captain Beattie squinted as he steered it alongside. "Steady Boys…. Steady…” The crew looked at one another, confused with why they were hurtling towards the dock with no signs of slowing down. “NOW BOYS! DROP ANCHOR!" He cried. Pithen Kicked the Capstan and The large anchor dropped - bringing the Red Dog to a halt right alongside the dock. "Stop looking worried Lads, this isn’t my first Speed Moore Ha Ha Harrr! Now let’s unload this haul! Sell it all!"

As the crew ran backwards and forwards to the Gold Hoarder and Order of Souls, the coins flowed in. Thousands of dollars’ worth. They laughed and cheered as the final Foul bounty skull was sold. "To the Tavern boys! Let’s celebrate!" Nayfe proclaimed. “Aye, well played Lads!” Captain Beattie Replied.

They ran up to the huge ladder leading to the top of the outpost and climbed up. Within a few minutes, the crew had full tankards, and the rum flowed as the crew of the Mighty Red Dog Celebrated their grand victory against the legendary Galleon, and the undead forces of Crow’s Nest Fortress! They drank long into the night, singing Shanties and sharing their tale of victory with Duke, The Mysterious Stranger, and the Tavern owner who were all transfixed with the amazing Story!

My entry, based on true in-game events
I couldn't tell you how many words :( I wrote it on my phone. xD

Anyway here it is :)

THE COMPASS MAN

The night is dark as the rain is cold.
Our lanterns so flooded, the only light to guide us is the flash of the storm.

It is chaos on deck, Demise below.
The storm has already taken half of my crew, those that are left throwing buckets of water in hysteria, but the damages are too great.
Our Tea merchant vessel not set on a course but for the sea bed, after our foolish Captain. Stricken with the burden of time, desperate to come good on his deadline.
Ignored the pleas of his questioning crew, to moor for the night and alow the mighty beast of thunder and lightning to pass. Even I, his so "well mentioned" first mate and advisor, went unheard. And now...
...now we are doomed.

Our captain rides to his fate, drunken and regretfull. Locked in his captain quarters I hear him sing his last songs.

I see no reason to leave the ship like the rest already have, only death awaits us.
The turn of the tides was not in our favor this night, and nore mine.
I was struck into a mind singing darkness by a toppling mast, and thrown into the hands of jagged waters.
The only thought, as I accept deaths embrace, is in prayer to the sea.
"What have I done to make you so angry?"
That is all I can remember of that heartbreaking night.

"You prayed to the sea?" Mr Hollins questioned with a raised brow.
"Indeed, twas the only god that be in my presence at all times" Young Nayfe replied, with heavy hearted tone.
"hm" Mr Hollins giggles lightly as he asks.
"So what of you now, Mr Nayfe?"

Clearing his throat, Nayfe raises his tankard with a crooked grin.
"I DRINK!... till my woes of loss depart me. Then I'll hunt pig for the nights meal."

Mr Hollins projects his interest.
"Pigs you say? I need some for a delivery, could you show me where you prefer to hunt?" He said with vigor.
"I have a still on my boat, I can supply you all the grog you desire." Hollins adds with charm.

"Then I suppose the next round is on you, Mr Hollins" Nayfe replys with comfort.
Shaking hands, Nayfe tips the lovely Tina and departs on what he is yet to discover, his most memorable journey.

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Upon leaving the smokey tavern, the sound of loud, drunken banter and tankards colliding with hard wooden tables is quickly replaced by a voice,
"SLOOP ON THE HORIZON! BARING OUR TRUE COURSE!" The unfamiliar voice echos through town.
Mr Hollins gestures to Nayfe for a speedy move threw the outpost market, as the voice crys again.
"THEY HAVE LOOSED SAIL FOR FULL SPEED CAPTAIN! RUNNING RED FLAGS! 2 MINUTES TILL PORT SIDE!"
Nayfe asks with timidity, "What do red flags have to do with anything? Are we under attack?"
Mr Hollins speaks while Fiddling through a weapons box attached to the Smith shop.
"Red flag means a fight to the death", young Nayfes eyes widen with worry
"A fight to the death?.. but I'm no fighter! I just sell pigs and drink."
"I dont expect you to be filled with confidence Mr Nayfe," Hollins claims.
"I only ask you swing that cutlass. Its time to show your worth!" Mr Hollins says with an under beard grin.
Young Nayfe is slapped in the chest with a belt of weapons as a now familiar voice screams out
"PIRATES! EVERYONE MAN STATIONS WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!"
Young Nayfe catches the weapon belt in his forearms and looks to his hands, thinking only of the weight carried in the instruments of death. He can hear gun fire and cannons near by, People shouting and yelling.
"AVAST! Ye scurvy dogs!"
Young Nayfe still finds himself lost in a paralyzing ponder of fear and uncertainty. A rogue cannonball that did not meet its intended target. Hits the roof of the smith shop young Nayfe is out the front of.
He is knocked violently off his feet, with an all to familiar ringing, piercing his fearful thoughts.

"Nathan C O'Brien jr...
...What have you gotten yourself into? Your not a fighter, and certainly not a killer. How does this sort of trouble always find you?"
A gravelly voice, grunting and laughing under a broken breath, interrupts Young Nayfes body locking thoughts, laying on his back with his weapons belt still in hand, Young Nayfe notices a very scrappy man standing over him with a cutlass above his head, gripped tight in both hands.
Nayfe acts on impulse and rolls aside to his feet, as the scrappy man lunges forward to where young Nayfe once lay.
As the man turns to attack a second time Mr Hollins shouts from behind.
"KILL HIM!"
Nayfe, startled by the shout, falls to the ground  and looks up to a flintlock barrel pressed against his forehead.
"Welcome to Sea of Thieves! Hahaha" the scrappy man cackles loudly as Nayfe watches his arm brace for the guns recoil. Nayfe shuts his eyes accepting his death once more.

BANG!

Nayfes eyes JOLT open. Knowing the gun he heard was not the gun to his head, he looks up at the scrappy man who has a pain look in his face... he drops to his knees and explodes in glowing green mist that sprinkled over Young Nayfe.
"HOLY s**t! WHAT IN THE DEVILS SHROUD JUST HAPPENED?!"
"I just saved your life." A voice from a man who approaches as Mr Hollins helps Nayfe to his feet. Nayfe looks around and sees a rather large gentleman in the distance, taking items out of the water where the mast of a sloop slowly vanishes under the waves.
"Who is this sloppy young blood, Hollins?" Says A well bearded man.
Hes dressed in black, Trimmed with green gems and a wide brimmed hat with a large yellow feather out the top.

"Captain!" Announces Mr Hollins.
"The new recruit. Goes by the name Nayfe" Mr Hollins explains.
"Ah! the young blood. Explains why that scrub tossed you around a bit. No matter. Mr Nayfe" He said as he holds out his hand.
"I am Beattie. Captain of the RED DOG." He said as he shakes Nayfes hand.

"Me and my crew have sailed many miles on these seas. Concurred great odds for even greater riches. We are possibly the mightiest pirates on these seas...."
"Pirates?!, you are all pirates? Like what you just killed" Nayfe preaches with concern.

"No, haha." The Captain bellows.
"not like what I just killed. You have a lot to learn Mr Nayfe. Come I'll introduce you to my lady." Beattie says with gusto as he gestures for Young Nayfe and Mr Hollins to follow him to his ship.

---

"We should move quickly" Captain Beatie announced eagerly.
"Hollins, you and Pithen search the island for supplies, Sanctuary should have plenty to reap."
"Aye!" Hollins responds.
"Mr Nayfe" the Captain calls.
"I need you to collect our order of crates from the merchant alliance tent and stack them in the captains quarters. We make for mermaids Hideaway before the pirates return"

"Return?, I dont understand you killed that man" Nayfe questions with great concern.
"I'll explain on the way Mr Nayfe, now make haste!" Captain Beatie projects in desperation.
Young Nayfe, still with weapons belt held loosely in both arms, hurries down the dock toward the Mrechant alliance tent. He is nearly stopped in his tracks by the sight of a humungous ship, making the boat he had once sailed on look like a mere canoe. With a hull coated in bright red and white with a golden lion figurehead, the deck of 8 cannons is shaded by three tall masts of black sails that flicker lightly in the wind while tight in tie.
Nayfe cannot believe the vessel he has laid his eyes apon tho he knows time is short. So he collects himself from the amazement and proceeds along the dock towards the Merchant Tent. Along his way he is passed quickly by Mr Hollins and another larger man who stares at the passing young Nayfe with an ominous glance. Nayfe cant help but feel uneasy as the unknown man shoves past Nayfe with a heavy shoulder, nearly knocking Nayfe off his feet for a third time, sending the weapons belt to the boards of the dock at Young Nayfes feet.

"Who in the devils shroud?" Nayfe thinks to himself before picking up his weapons belt and refocusing on his task.
He collected 2 pig cages and a snake basket as the order had demanded and moves them onto the boat as requested.
His first glance at the 12 piece, candle chandelier lit, captains quaters had his attention well captured. It was nothing like the Captains quaters of his old merchant vessel. This one had a bed for starters.

To be continued
(Maybe)

this story is based on a fun night me and a few friends had while playing the beta. This is my fav memory from my entire time playing the game. Although this story makes things more dramatic and realistic however i give you

Tale of the Dammed Drunk

The day started off like most days on the sea did, just a bunch of no good drunk pirates, trying to make a name for themselves, but Captain Deluxechin knew today wouldn't be an ordinary day. Something seemed off about this. The day started off dark and foggy, which to these pirates usually meant bad luck. Deluxe thought of heading to the closest island, and staying there to not risk the bad luck. However his first mate Wand3r convinced him otherwise and thus, the crew set forth, to find some gold chests and drink grog. There was Captain Deluxechin, his first mate Wand3r, and the 2 p**p deck sweepers, Nightwing1700 and Samthemighty123.

They never really knew where they were heading, but a lost map told them that Cannon Cove was the place to look for buried treasure and thus they went there, digging up the chests in the matter of minutes and would definitely would be making a fortune from this voyage, Deluxe's crew mates got greedy however, insisting that they go find more treasure instead of selling it, and while Deluxe was worrisome, his crew managed to convince him that he was just being paranoid and that everything would work out in the end. He settled in doing more as long as the crew sat around and drank some grog to help relax them. Of course they agreed, their the Drunken Sailors, the ship herself is named the Dammed Drunk, why wouldn't they get drunk?

Now the crew likes to drink, that never meant that they were responsible drunks, and they may have ran into a few rocks , but that never stopped them from drinking, and whats a few rocks going to do? They somehow ended up at Lone Cove and they decided to anchor and who knows, maybe their could be a few skeleton lords they could take, at least that's what Sam was saying to convince his crew to stop there. They were all wasted so no one really knew what he was saying, so Deluxe agreed and anchored at it, they started adventuring the island in hopes of founding treasure, not only did they find a skeleton lord, they found 4, along with a bunch of treasure chests. They quickly killed the lords, grabbed the loot. Well, Deluxe and Wand3r grabbed the loot, Nightwing and Sam decided to play "Bucket of Sick" Where they throw up into buckets and try to throw it at each other. SO many times has Deluxe thought of just abandoning his mates on an island and taking off but he needed them to much, for as much as he hated how childish they acted, they helped him sail Drunk so he relied on them.

They had departed from the Cove and started turning around when they noticed it, i mean it was pretty hard to miss. In the sky, was a giant Skull with 2 glowing green eyes. Out of the entire day, this was about the only time Deluxe actually smiled, it seemed no one was there and he knew if he could take it out, he would be rich, no not just rich FILTHY rich. They were heading directly at, and started singing shanties about what they were going to do with all the gold

(in tune of Bosun Bill) "With all this gold, our stories will be told, we'll be the richest pirates who ever sailed the sea, I'll buy a golden sword, and defeat the legend lord, and we'll get drunk inside the tavern and always be around"

Granted the pirates weren't the greatest singers or song writers, but they sure were excited to be rich. Then they reached the shore, it should be obvious that being a good pirate and a drunk pirate don't go hand in hand with each other, and these pirates had never actually done a skeleton fort before. So seeing waves upon waves of skeletons seemed over whelming. "No one told us there would be this many skeletons" Proclaimed Nightwing. "Yea, Nightwing is right, i mean, defeating 4 skeleton lords is one thing, but taking out an army of skeletons is another" Exhaled Sam. "Deluxe, i think the crew has a point, maybe we shouldn't do this, i mean, we don't even know if there is treasure, plus we already have enough treasure for a cool new hat or something." Warned Wand3r. The thing is, Deluxe didn't come all this way to then sit on the side lines and wait for some crew of lesser skill to take the treasure. He pulled out his Ferryman Sword and said "What kind of pirates are you? When i formed this crew, I thought I was getting some of the most deadly pirates out there, pirates that I was hoping was wanting to get rich, Pirates that the only thing that they were afraid of was going home empty handed, put it seems to me, that my crew has gotten cold, and the only thing i want cold on my ship is Grog, so you either join me in fighting the skeletons, getting super rich, and buy anything you want, or you can give the sharks a snack." It wasn't long before the entire crew was on shore, shooting skeletons with different types of weapons, while Captain Deluxechin whacked them most of them with his sword. The crew was not experienced enough to take them all in a fast pace and went through more banana's then anything, thankfully the island supplied plenty.

Things started looking bright for the crew, that was until on a banana run from Samthemighty. He was about to jump back to the island to continue the fight, but there was something in the distance. He couldn't tell what it was at first but he soon realized. He ran to bell and rang it like no tomorrow "SLOOP INBOUND!!"
Deluxechin demanded his crew return to the ship immediately and raise anchor. He bolted it to the wheel and ordered Sam and Nightwing to take cannons, demanded that Wand3r go take out their cannons by killing them as he trusted him most. "FIRE!!!" Screamed Deluxe and the sky lit up with smoke and fire from multiple cannon shots going off "Direct Hit" Exclaimed Sam, "I hit one of them, i think" said Nightwing. "Alright, Sam you get a good aim and try and fire Wand3r over and get him on that ship, Nightwing you keep surpressing fi-" BOOM!!!.

Deluxe was confused at first, what on earth were they hit with? but it didn't take for him to realize, that the boat was filling with water and fast. Sam was down, almost dead and Nightwing was badly wounded. "WAND3R, QUICK, HELP ME, YOU BAIL THE WATER, I'LL TRY REPAIRING THE BOAT" screamed Deluxe. "How on earth did they get a gun powder over here so quickly" Asked Wand3r, "No clue, but we didn't think to stock up on any from the island." It was close to losing the boat, but Deluxe was able to get the holes repaired in time but the battle was not over yet. "Wand3r, get Nightwing and Samthemighty some banana's"
"Aye, Captain" Wand3r quickly rushed to barrel and grabed 5 banana's, gave 3 to Sam and 2 to Nightwing, they quickly got their health back and Deluxe ordered them to continuing firing at that boat as they clearly would've had enough time to repair it. Sam followed his order from earlier and shot Wand3r out of the cannon and almost missed but Wand3r was able to grab on to the latter. "DIE YOU NON DRUNK PIRATE BILGE RATS" Shouted Wand3r as he continued to shot and stab both pirates, killing them both pretty quickly. The battle after that went by fairly quickly. Sam and Nightwing proceeded to unload all of the boats cannonballs into the side of this poor sloop. It sunk within minutes. The Dammed Drunks had won, but now was not the time for celebration, they still had a skull fort to clear and thus headed back to the island.

The fort after that went by fairly quickly and before they knew it, the skull lord himself had shown up. None other then Three Seats Neate himself. Deluxe had heard of this legendary pirate, some claimed to call him "The Talent" for reasons unknown, he just assumed he was a talented pirate, but Deluxe was about to learn for himself if this pirate was in fact as good as the stories foretold. "You guys take care of his crew, I've got Neate" Said Deluxe as he drawn his sword. This pirate however was long past being a sane pirate but then again, who's to say that this pirate was even sane to begin with? Deluxe ran at the skeleton screaming and swung his sword, but Neate blocked it, stunning Deluxe "Wha-" Neate then proceeded to decimate Deluxe, hit after hit, there was nothing Deluxe could do, no block was working it seemed that this could be the end of Deluxe. BANG!
A gun shot went off from behind the skeleton lord, It was Wand3r with a flintlock, The skeleton took is attention off of Deluxe for a second to turn to fight his crew mate, but that's all it took for the captain to get the upper hand. He proceeded to hit him over and over and over again finally destroying the skeleton, dropping the key "I thought it looked like you needed a hand" Explained Wand3r. Deluxe just nodded, out of breath and low on health. He walked over to the door under the fort "Would you like the honors?" Asked Nightwing. Deluxe proceeded to put the key into the door with what sounded like a jingle from the door lowering, revealed piles upon piles of loot, all for the taking. "WE'RE RICH" Shouted Sam, "THINK OF ALL THE GOLDEN SWORDS!" Screamed Nightwing. "I DIDN'T THINK WE'D DO IT" Exhaled Wand3r, but Deluxe was still speechless. All he did was laugh. "come on guys, lets get this to the boat first. we still got to sell it"

It wasn't long before all the treasure that once was untouched, was on the Dammed Drunk. "come on guys, lets get to an outpost and sell this stuff, we aren't rich until the gold is in our hand!" Told Deluxe. "Well we need to celebrate first" Explained Nightwing.

However for how amazing things had been, something was wrong. The Grog was all gone. "What?" asked Sam. They all stood over the barrel where there once was a heavenly drink. "Did we really drink that much?" Deluxe then seemed to sense something. "Don't worry guys, we're heading to an outpost, we can get this refilled once we get ther-"
"Shush" whispered Deluxe as he stared at the wall "Something seems off" Before Deluxechin would even finish what he was saying, the sound of a thousand guns went off. The middle and bottom deck were littered with cannonballs.

"WERE UNDER ATTACK" Screamed Deluxe. Wand3r and Deluxe bolted it to the bottom deck, Nightwing and Samthemighty ran to the top deck to take shots back "IT'S A GALLEON" Shouted Sam, "OK, JUST TAKE SHOTS, PLEASE" Demanded Deluxe. "Cap, we only have 5 planks of wood left, we gotta make them count" Told Wand3r. He ran over and started repairing the boat and his first mate started bailing out the gallons on water that was now inside the boat. Samthemighty123 and Nightwing1700 were on top deck taking shots at their boat but were missing to much of them. Deluxe was able to repair the last few holes and ran to top deck and went to the wheel to take a moment to think "Okay, we only have limited wood planks, we need to make sure they don't fire at us. So Wand3r and Samthemighty, you guys head over to their boat and keep them off of the cannons. We have to much to lose." Ordered Deluxechin. They both nodded in agreement and off they went

Deluxe and Nightwing stood on deck and started firing what they had left for cannonballs in hopes that at the very least, they could keep them distracted long enough for the boat to go under, but Deluxe was feeling doubtful, he knew there wasn't much hope for them this battle. He turn to Nightwing "I just want to let you know something, I don't know how this battle will turn out, but I want you to know, it's been an honor sailing the seas along side with you. I know we've had our up's and down's but at the end of the day, its been an honor"
"Captain, your speaking like we're about to lose, don't tell me that you've gone cold, i thought you said the only thing you want cold on your boat was grog?" Answered Nightwing
"Well that was when we had Grog" Laughed Deluxechin.

Then there was the sound that they had heard before, a massive explosion, Deluxe knew exactly what it was, he ran down to repair the boat with what planks he had remaining. and started fixing the holes, he had 1 hole remaining when he noticed something, he was out of planks. He started panicking and ran to top deck and shouted to the other boat who clearly was also taking on water "WAN3R!? HOW MANY WOODEN PLANKS DOES THAT BOAT HAVE?" he was hoping to hear good new of something like 99 and he'd order his mates to grab some and bring them back. However the world isn't perfect "they are complete out." sighed Wand3r. Deluxe stood in shock. BANG!
another cannon ball went flying through the bottom deck. The Dammed Drunk was going down, there was nothing to stop it.

Then Deluxe got an idea, they have no planks either, which means they too are going down, as well. He ran to the top deck "WAND3R! HOW MUCH GROG DO THEY HAVE ON THEIR BOAT?" screamed Deluxe. "WHAT?" Asked Wand3r with shock in his voice "JUST ANSWER THE QUESTION" "UM PLENTY, WHY?" Deluxe ran to the top deck. And forced Nightwing into the cannon and launched him over before proceeding to do the same himself. He landed on perfectly on their deck and instead of rushing them with a sword or gun, he ran to the middle deck with his crew and proceeded to drink some grog. "Excuse me sir, what are you doing?" Asked the enemy captain. "Our ship is gone, we have no grog left, you can either take us a prisoners and sell all our loot, or kill us, either way, we're just going to enjoy some grog as our last drink" Deluxe 110% expected the captain to pull out a gun or sword and shoot and kill him. However, he pulled out a tankard and proceeded to join the Drunken Sailors. Before he knew it, both crews who, minutes ago, were wanting death upon each other, were all enjoying grog. Someone then decided to pull out an instrument and started playing Becalmed, soon all 8 pirates were doing the same.

Seconds after the now 8 man drunken sailor crew started playing the music, the second deck filled up with water and the boat had too sunk. Deluxe's plan had worked, he had managed to sink the other captains ship, however, he kind of regretted it, but it was too late and now 8 pirates, drunkenly played Becalmed in the middle of the ocean. Deluxe looked at his crew and smiled, a smile that reassured them that he was glad he had gotten to know them in this life time, and that he was proud to call himself a Drunken Sailor from the Dammed Drunk.

Tale has it that you can still hear the music being play, out in the middle of the sea, waiting for death to consume them.

captains log me maiden voyage I remember like it was yesterday I woke up in the bar and I went to the gold hoarders and got some treasure and I got drunk the end

@filibustersg ! Excellent job Groovybeard! Was immersed in the story the whole time!

@filibustersg Wow! Bravo!!!

@filibustersg yes this letter is quite a tale a mere legend maybe?

Kraken’s wrath

”Pour me another one!”

Shouted a man sitting by the table closest to the fireplace.
He was dressed with extraordinary looking clothes
like each thing that was dressing him had a story to tell.

”There you go!”
A scruffy looking barmaid served him a mug of warm tea.

”Are you sure you don’t want any grog?”
She asked gloomily. The man covered some notes with his hand raising his sight on her.

”Here’s your gold.”

He payed way more then he supposed to letting her know with his eyes that he wanted to have his order served instead of chit-chatting.
The lady made clearly dissatisfied face expression but the gold was gold after all so she took it and went away mumbling something under her nose.
The man picked his own hip-bottle and added some rum to the mug she brought.
He sighed and whispered to himself while pouring.

”The finest goods in Sea of thieves”
He sipped it and started writing something on the same scrap of paper he covered against the lady.

Journal 141

”It’s been a long time since I’ve entered this forsaken place. I’ve already lost hope of going back to the waters I know.”

He stopped writing and said to himself audibly.

”Shiver me timbers! Don’t I know these waters like me own pockets?!
His voice dragged an attention of the barmaid and few cats that were lurking around the tavern.

"That’s what captain Tabo would say."
He finished his thought lowering his voice and returned to writing.

”The best captain I’ve ever served under. If not the captain I’d be drinking sea water on the beach now. His skills of handling the helm and sails are impressive. He’s the one who keeps the boat in order and brings the voice of reason to this crew.
Nevertheless, everyone has some soft spot for something.
He likes to drink with the crew after every voyage and do these funny firework shows using gunpowder barrels.”

He sipped his tea again and looked at the fire dancing front of him.
”What a great man.”

He nodded his head like he wanted to agree with himself.
Moment later he looked at the table he was sitting by.
Table was packed with scrolls looking like maps,
few gold coins were falling out of the moneybag.
He rubbed his forehead and stroked his beard like he was thinking.
He picked up one of the scrolls checking it carefully.

”This one must be from this sea dog Gully.”
He smiled slightly and picked up a chicken feather to continue his writing.

”Gully is like and old uncle that has seen a lot but in a contrary to Tabo he fools around way more and is absolutely an unpredictable man. He’s that type of guy who will make you laugh anytime. He’s loyal and friendly.
He would prefer to bribe his enemies instead of killing them.
However, if you are one of these who cover the book by it’s cover you might earn yourself a cutlass between your ribs before you even realize that his smiley face is the last thing you see. I’ve found out from him that before he had reached Sea of thieves he was an escaped convict.
Can you imagine?”

He was imagining Gully’s face and he just couldn’t resist smiling while looking at the fire flame for a moment again.

”Very fearless pirate.” He said giving the thought a warm laughter.

”First we thought he was just an amateur lantern collector. Now we all know he’s just afraid of dark” He wrote down another thought.

He picked up the map and read:
”At Lone Cove where is no sky flash the lantern to this riddle untie”

”It must be the northern cave. I bet he wants me to assist him.”
He mumbled and got back to writing again.

”You don’t choose your family they say. That’s what Sea of thieves brought me, except great adventures and tons of gold. I’ve got me a great crew that I wouldn’t change for any treasure. Speaking of treasuries we’ve collected plenty not even to mention the reputation. The pirate Lord himself wants us to do contracts for him. This one must be one of his”

He packed all of his items and the moment he got ready to leave there was only his tankard left with the rest of already cold tea. He decided to take one last moment with his thoughts.

At the same time an old, slim looking man entered the tavern flashing his lantern. His face was full of wrinkles and scars. He approached the man sitting by the table and patted his shoulder few times.

”Vifi! It’s about time me lad!”
Vifi turned over to greet Gully with a smile.

”Ahoy there me sea dog! I guess this is what brings you here?”
He passed the map to his crew mate.

”Aye, aye me lad!”
He sat front of Vifi putting his lantern on the table. He took the map and looked at his fellow pirate. Vifi was a young well-built guy. Black ponytail hair and bushy beard along with few scars here and there gave his boy looking face a bit seriousness. Parts of his tattoos were showing through his clothes.

”Have ye figured it out yet me boy?”

”Yes I have. I’ll give you the details once we gather with the captain.”
”Ah! sweet, sweet.”

Gully noticed the feather and scrap of paper being still on the table.
”What’s that? Another riddle?” He asked willingly.

”That?” Vifi picked up the paper and hid it in his pocket.
He looked a bit shy.

”That’s none of your business.” He was trying to avoid Gully’s sight.

”Have ye found yerself a dove and now you write a bunch of lies to her? Ye? Because if you have...Well, I’ve been here and there I could tell you this and that me boy.”
He smiled showing his black teeth and a hole where one was missing.

”You better tell me when do we set sails.” He changed the topic quickly pointing on the map that Gully took.

”Whenever you’re ready me lad.”
Vifi nodded and stood up letting him know it was time to go.
They left the ’Broken Tusk’ tavern and saw captain Tabo on the horizon getting the boat ready screaming to them.

”All men on deck! Hoist the anchor!
She’s ready to give us full billow straight west me boys!”
Both Vifi and Gully ran across the jetty excited for another adventure.

Journal 142

”We’ve been sailing for two days since we left the ’Broken Tusk’.
The horizon looks clear, ship’s well-supplied and the wind keeps being on our favour.
The only thing that bothers me is we’ve ran out of rum. ”

He cronched a banana like he was fed up with it.

”Ugh...another banana.
I need to finally start cooking so they see how good and different food can be.
Shark soup, crab soup, grilled pork with herbs, even fried chicken. Maybe this boat would finally smell a bit different then dirty men and rum.”

He looked pretty excited writing it down.

All of the sudden Gully’s voice broke the sounds of boat creaking on the waves.

”Captain! Land!” He screamed from the crow’s nest.

”Raise me front sails boys!” Tabo yelled.

Pirates immediately left everything to assist captain and do the orders.
The ship was turning gently towards the island with Tabo behind the steering wheel.

”We don’t need the anchor I will calm her down!”
And so he did with focused face Tabo countered the waves slowing down the boat side to the island less then half a mile away from the northern cave entrance facing it with side cannons.

Gully along with Vifi got into already prepared rowboat waiting for Tabo to help them lowering it on the water. Vifi sat on the front and started rowing.
He was forced to watch Gully right front of him constantly checking his lantern like he was afraid it would break on the way.
In the background he saw Tabo working on the deck so the boat would be ready to set sails by the time they were done.

Finally the rowboat hit the shore. They stood front of the cave for a little while. Vifi was pulling the ropes docking the rowboat when Gully put the oars in order and shared supplies for both of them.
They grabbed their lanterns, swords and entered a narrowed passage.
Cold-wet air blew their beards.
The light they brought with them scared a bunch of bats that broke the silence and flew out of the cave.
Shortly after they got into the main chamber.

”Do you have the map?” Vifi asked.
”Aye.” Gully answered and read it quietly.

He raised his lantern and saw the map glowing with green orbs that revealed the rest of the clue.

”Five paces North East.” He read again.

With the help of compass they followed the right direction. Every step they were taking was bringing the echoes across the entire chamber.

”This must be it Vifi!”

”Give me the shovel.” Vifi asked.

”Aye!” He excitingly passed him an old looking spade.

-Bang-

They both smiled and showed their dirty teeth.

”Hurry up!” Gully said.
Nervously checking the cave he heard a sound of bones breaking.

”I knew it couldn’t be that easy...” He mumbled.
Hordes of skeletons started coming from the underground.

”Hurry up lad!” Gully screamed.
This time keeping them away with his lantern.
After few fancy sword swings he killed three skeletons.
Vifi’s got the chest and they started running to the shore.
Enemies were right behind them. Whole cave became a source of creepy sounds.

”Vifi what’s wrong with you?!” Gully yelled while running.

The pirate was running from wall to wall like he was completely drunk yet somehow managed to get outside.

-hik hik hik-

Tabo at his station was checking the surroundings when suddenly the noises from the cave reached the ship. He spot his friends running outside with some creatures following them. He loaded the cannon with green glowing cannon ball and fired into the group of skeletons just few inches above his friends’ heads.
All of the sudden all skeletons started dancing.

”Care to dance you filthy creatures!?” He shouted.

He saw his crew mates safely getting back with a huge strange looking chest. Without waiting he went to help them with docking the rowboat.

”Haha! Come here me fellas.” He greeted them excitingly.

They set sails shortly...

Journal 143

”We were sailing back East to the Galleon’s grave outpost. I was sitting on the crow’s nest. I saw stormy clouds on the horizon when suddenly I noticed sails breaking the line between stormy and calm sea. I used my spyglass.

”I see a ship!” I yelled.

It was a giant three mast galleon coming straight at us with the wind in their sails.

”Captain, they are coming from South West!” I shouted again and
immediately rang the bell. Without delay I went down to assist on deck. Gully was already setting the angle of the front sail so I gave him a hand.
We were trying to get more speed and for a moment we thought we were losing them and the only thing they wanted was getting out of the storm.
The reality happened to be unfortunate to us. They corrected their heading and started chasing us.

”All right boys! We are outnumbered for sure but let’s use their self-confidence on our advantage!” Tabo screamed.

The galleon was getting closer and closer. We could already hear their death threats trough their speaking trumpets.

”Drop me anchor lads! Now!” Captain shouted.

Gully was loading the cannons and I was the only one able to do it.
It wasn’t the first time I was questioning Tabo’s decisions in my head but it was a matter of seconds and he never let us down. I dropped the anchor without a word and lost my balance while the boat was turning 180 degrees. I grabbed the capstan handle looking nervously at the captain who was keeping the wheel tight for a while.

”Are you insane?!” I yelled.
It sounded like everything that we had on the boat started flying around.

”Raise it now! Stop staring at me! Hitch up your skirt and push it like I was paying you for it!” He screamed again.

He’s face was focused like he wasn’t bothered with the mess on deck at all. With a certain wheel movements he started on straightening the boat.
I pushed the handle with all I had in my muscles seeing the enemies getting into a lane of fire. Cannon balls started flying and hitting the boat.
Happily Gully was done loading the cannons and he shot once with a purple glowing cannon ball just to disable their cannon fire for a moment.
I remember him shooting maybe two more times screaming.

”Peace! Haha!”

Fortunately he noticed me having trouble with the anchor and ran up to assist me.
I saw captain running between decks with bucket bailing water out and screaming yet keeping his nerve.

”Hurry up! I need to get back to the wheel. We’ve got lots of damage.
We've gotta get out of here, now! Make sure no one boards us!
Check the damage and patch her up before we fill up with water again and go down!”

We raised the anchor and the boat started moving opposite direction before the enemy crew could even figure out what was happening.
I was guarding the ladders to make sure nobody came on our ship.
I heard Gully laughing under the deck throwing buckets of water outside and hammering wooden planks over the holes they made in our sides.
Thankfully we didn’t encounter any boarding attempts.
We were getting farther and farther away. Gully came out from the lower deck.

”How’s the situation? We’re nice and dry!”
He laughed and poured water out of his boot.

I was already on the top deck with Tabo checking the horizon.

”Captain look!” I shouted

The sea under enemy’s ship started getting darker and darker spreading quickly. It almost reached our boat. Suddenly gigantic tentacles shot out of the water surrounding enemy’s vessel and frightening roar started coming from under the water.
We heard screaming and begging for mercy. All of the sudden, hunters turned into a prey of mighty Kraken. Our hearts started beating faster and faster.
I checked my cutlass and ammo situation.

”Captain they are trying to get out of it’s range! They are fighting it of.
She’s well-supplied I’m sure of that. Turn starboard and shoot me there!”

”Are you mad boy?!” He answered.

”It’s not the time for randez-vous with the Ferry of the damned captain.”
Gully added

”No time for explanations just do as I say. I’ll buy us more time.
They won’t give up on chasing us once they escape.”

I put a sniper gun over my shoulder and tightened the belt on it. I must admit I wasn’t believing in what I was doing but their faces full of concerns turned into smiley ones. They gave me courage. We started working on the boat all together right away and turned it 90 degrees. I double checked my inventory and got into the cannon.

”This barrel stinks...” I made sure to inform Gully who was manning the cannon.

”55 degrees!” Tabo screamed.
”Fire!” They both yelled.

I was flying across the distance separating the boats and realized I wasn’t going to reach the other ship in one go. I ended up in the water.
I Couldn’t see anything due to the ink the Kraken was bringing.
Maybe it’s for the better when I think of it now.
I swam to the surface to realize that even though not everything went as I wanted I was fairly close to their boat after all. I remember I was coughing like crazy. The bitter taste of the salty water mixed with ink almost made me vomit.
Gladly the screams and all the chaos on their deck was no less then on ours just few minutes ago. Thus no one even heard me.
I managed to grab the ladder on the side of their boat and got onto crow’s nest shortly after absolutely unnoticed. I quickly scoped out their situation.
They were filling up with water and to be honest it all looked to me like a group of headless chickens running around. Suddenly a huge tentacle missed me by few inches. I froze for a moment and fell next to a gunpowder barrel.

”What a weird place to keep it.” I thought to myself.

Thinking no longer I lit the fuse and dropped it down only to hear a huge explosion and moans of the Kraken. They didn’t even know what happened.
The explosion took two scallywags to the Ferry.
I pulled out my eye of reach and took an advantage of my position.
I aimed at one sailor just to see him being grabbed by the monster.

”Shoot me! Mercy!” I remember him yelling like a little babe.
So I did shoot him right between his eyes.

He gave it a little laugh while writing.

One of them spot me and started shooting at me.
Luckily he quickly ran out of ammo so I took my chance to climb down and pick up a fight.
I saw Kraken’s tentacles wrapping around the galleon.
The storm finally reached the fighting area.
I faced enemy captain in one of the longest and hardest duels ever. It all felt like eternity but must have been just few minutes at best.
After dozens of clashes, dodges and threats a lightning struck and shocked me to the point I lost my stance. I ended up on the broken, wet deck and the sword I was carrying was now under his feet. He kicked it away and started approaching me closer.

“You should have left when you had a chance hobbledehoy.”
He threatened me sneeringly with his hoarse voice.

“Now you will die in here and not even your crew mates will remember you.”
He sliced my eye laughing with joy. I screamed with pain and without any hope for surviving this encounter I started accepting the fate that was awaiting me.

“Die!!” He yelled.

Suddenly I heard cannon fire. It was Tabo and Gully.
When I was busy fighting they managed to reposition the boat and correct the cannon angles. I never would have thought I’d be this happy seeing a man losing his head to a cannon ball this close to me. Rain mixed with blood was dropping from me.
For a moment I got absolutely disoriented and was lying down like a lemon just to hear Gully shouting trough the speaking trumpet.

”Vifi get back to the ship!”
Tabo was already maneuvering the boat so I had easier time coming back.
I saw last seconds of Kraken sinking the vessel to the bottom of the sea.
I looked at the black water full of ink then the cannons.

”Ugh... one way in one way out.”
I mumbled to myself setting enemy cannon towards my own ship. I lit the fuse and got in it as fast as I could saying prayers out loud.
That’s the last thing I remember. I woke up few days later in bed at my quarters.
First I thought it was the tea I got in the tavern the other day or I had a huge hangover.
However, talking to me crew later on I found out I was far from dreaming.
I got my share of treasure, two barrels full of rum and glory that follows me till this day.

”Was it worth?”

He put down his chicken feather that he was writing with and asked himself looking in the mirror with pity.
Vifi knew he would never get his eye back. He corrected an eye patch that was dressing him now.
The sounds of music and his crew mates singing were coming from the outside.
He nailed his notes with a dagger to his desk and picked up his tankard smiling.

”It was a good fight!”

He said and walked outside to join his friends with a jolly shanty.
Their ship was sailing into unknown horizon. The wind was carrying their music and singing for those who dared to follow them.

”...we shall sail together...”

---One of my screenshots from this adventure.
It's one of the things that inspired me to choose exactly this voyage.---

#Sea Of Thieves Athena’s Fortune Contest
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Happy sailing!!!

Michael Thomas
Xbox Gamertag: E 1615881939
Sea Of Thieves Athena’s Fortune Contest

The Ballad of Captain Katie O' Nine Tails

The constant howls of the damned surrounded her; dead pirate souls one and all trapped in the belly of the Ferry of the Damned. Captain Katie O' Nine Tails glanced up through a small crack in the ship’s boards at her captor, the Ferryman. He paid her no attention, looking forward as always, seeking new souls to collect.

Occasionally Katie would see some of these souls walking around on deck and hear the ringing of the bell as they departed. By what right do they get to go on living while she and her crew and the hundreds of other crews and captains sat crammed in their limbo of torment. She walked the crowded hold of green ghostly images of kinsmen she had sailed or fought with. All were equal now in the Ferryman’s grasp. At times a few would suddenly vanish for a time. When it first happened the still trapped souls felt thought the time of torment was up for their kinsmen, and they were finally free, but those same souls would return with no memory of where they had been.

Katie continued to pace, nodding at some captains huddled in a corner talking about old times, conquests and celebrations. She passed a few of her crew members and they nodded towards her. As she turned away, out of the corner of her eye she saw a few disappear in wisp of green smoke, then more. She looked around, other crews and captains took notice then she felt all eyes upon her.

Then darkness.

“Captain Katie O' Nine Tails, mortals’ trespass on sacred soil. Seek them out, dash them all 'n I shall scuttle a year from yer sentence on th' Ferry,” the raspy voice of the Ferryman echoed though her head and the blackness around her.

Katie could not feel anything still, as on the Ferry, she did not breathe and felt nothing physical. Above her a tiny point of light appeared, reaching out with clawed skeleton hands she dug and pulled at the dirt around her and, with a strength she had never known, burst out of the soft ground. The light was blinding at first, it took a moment for the green grass and dirt at her feet to come into focus. The bright white sky fell aside to a beautiful blue sky with the noon day sun streaming through the trees. She looked at her new form, a skeleton draped with a purple tattered dress, cinched with an old belt which had a rusty cutlass hanging on it. On her head sat a large brimmed purple hat with a blue feather in it.

Looking around she saw former crew members bursting from the ground holding swords or guns all wearing blue bandannas the same color as her feather. If she had lips she would have grinned, this may not be her former life or form, but it was something to be free of the Ferry of the Damned and walking out in the open once again.

One of the crew made a raspy growl and motioned her towards a pair of cannons and pointed out towards the ocean. She walked up beside the crew member and put a skeleton arm around him, leaning in to look down his bony arm to the finger pointing at the horizon. If she had a heart it would have started beating fast; if she had skin, she would have felt a tingle flow over her; if she had muscles, she would have felt every one of them tense in anticipation.

On the horizon, sails emblazoned with an unfamiliar emblem of three skulls and two crossed guns, a galleon pushed through the sea at full sail right towards them.

Captain Katie turned back to her skeleton crew. From the depths of some dark place in her new form came a guttural growl. She drew her sword from her waist and raised it above her head, pointing to the approaching galleon. The crew replied in kind with their own haunting screams.

The crew of the Slippery Eel approached Crook’s Hollow with a sense of adventure and excitement. The bottle they found wedged in the sand at Keel Haul Fort had promised six chests full of treasure and riches. Deckhand Alastair was eager for the treasure, or his small portion of it, but was more excited to get on land again and away from the rigors of the daily work. Even now, raising the mainsail on his own after raising the foresail as well, he grumbled and cursed under his breath. That was, until the he heard the cannon shot.

At the helm, Lady Sylk watched the water carefully for sandbars and rocks, her long red hair flying in the wind around her. She took one last look at their course and jumped to the mizzen sail to raise it and slow their approach. She was watching the sail go up, the howl of the wind around her when the sound of cannon fire echoed through the warm air.

Captain Edward “Spooky” Jones was relaxing in the captain’s cabin, his feet up on a desk that could tell a hundred stories with its many cuts, blood and grog stains on it. He was leaning back in his chair looking at the map they had found when he saw the mug of grog start to slow down its back and forth sliding over the desk. They were close to the island now. The Captain stood up, stuffed the map into his coat and pulled his shirt buttons together with the effort it would take to raise an anchor. The fabric and buttons strained but held. Taking a quick drink of grog, he grabbed his sword and pistol, stuffed them into his belt, and had just stepped outside his door onto the deck when he heard the cannon shot.

Standing on the bowsprit the first mate Reginald de Groute stood leaning into the wind, ocean spray splashing around him and against his weathered face. He glanced back at the deckhand who was taking his good time raising the sails.

“10 less gold fer 'im from today’s booty.” Reginald thought.

Looking past the dirty and scrawny deckhand he saw Lady Sylk at the helm, her red hair like a torch around her head illuminated by the sun and flying in the wind. As she went aft ward to the sail he turned his attention back to the island, raising his spyglass just in time to see the cannon ball coming right at him.

Captain Katie pulled the skeleton crew in around her and drew a rough map in the sand of the island. Pointing to groups of crew members she shared her plan to stave off the mortal invaders. Before they could disperse the crew member at the cannon called out. Katie ran back to the lookout, the ship was coming into range, she glanced back and nodded at the skeleton.

The cannon shot to life, the sound echoed out across the valley, the skeleton crew and their captain watched from the ridge as the first shot sailed through the air towards the ship.

Alastair’s eyes widened as he saw the cannon ball slam into the body of Reginald and turn him into a green ghost for a moment before he disappeared, his blood curdling scream carried by the wind.

Captain Jones saw the cannon ball slam into the deck, shaking the ship the ship and sending splinters of wood flying. He looked up and saw the mainsail drop down again, deckhand Alastair was frozen in fear. The captain ran forward, grabbed the capstan and released the anchor.

Lady Sylk felt the shudder of the cannon ball slamming into the ship. She secured the mizzen sail and grabbed the helm just in time to see the mainsail come down again. She saw the Captain running forward and spun the wheel to the right as fast as she could. Each moment felt like a lifetime as the wheel spun and then locked hard right as the anchor crashed into the seabed.

The skeleton crew and their captain watched as the ship came fast into the bay at Crook’s Hollow. With the mainsail down the ship picked up speed but at the last moment the entire ship shook and groaned as it suddenly turned right and slammed into the dock with a bang that filled the air. They let out a cheerful scream and shook their weapons in the air, Captain Katie O' Nine Tails nodded her approval and gave the cannoneer skeleton a pat on his bony shoulder, then she turned to the crew and motioned for them to go to their spots on the island and prepare for battle. Taking one last look at her would be foes, she went of into the jungle with her crew.

Captain Jones found himself sitting upright against the port side rail, looking around he saw Lady Sylk still clutching the wheel, the deckhand was no where to be seen. Groaning and getting up he looked over the side and saw the partially broken dock wedged into the port rear of the ship and his deckhand laying face first in the water beside it. The deckhand suddenly shot around in the water, splashing and coughing he pulled himself onto the dock.

“Get back up here 'n check below fer holes,” Captain Jones barked down at the deckhand. He then went to the mainsail and started pulling it up, Lady Sylk joined him.

“Wha' happened,” she stammered, “I heard a cannon shot 'n saw th' mainsail come back down!”

“Someone on th' island took a shot at us.” Captain Jones replied, motioning toward the mainsail mast and the dark mark on it.

“Where be Reginald?” Lady Sylk asked.

“Gone,” the deckhand replied as he pulled himself onto the deck, “that cannonball jus' hit 'im straight on.”

Lady Sylk shot a worried look back toward the captain.

“Do nah worry, he will be back,” he replied, “Reginald always has his piece o' eight fer th' Ferryman.

As if on cue, Reginald emerged from the lower decks. Pale and unsteady he looked back towards the three of them. Captain Jones stepped toward him and reached out a hand to greet him.

“Glad t' see ye back ole heartie.” the Captain said, reaching into his pocket with his other hand and pulling out two silver coins and putting them into Reginald’s hand, “fer next time.”

Reginald looked down at the coins, pure silver and emblazoned with a compass on one side and a skull on the other.
He looked up into the face of his Captain, “Thank ye, but why two doubloons? Ye only gave me one afore.”

As he turned away from his first mate the Captain spoke with a low tone, “Th' Ferryman desires more bounty each time, those that cannot pay will stay wit' 'im.”

“How many doubloons do ye hold Captain?” asked Alastair, touching his own pant leg to ensure he had not lost his.

“Too many t' carry deckhand, too many t' carry,” the captain replied quietly and retreated to his cabin for a quick drink of grog.

The crew and captain composed themselves, set the ship, and then dropping onto the dock, Captain Edward Jones pulled out his compass and map.

“We stay together, an' scuttle anythin' that moves,” the captain said to his crew as they stepped onto the sandy shore and started looking for treasure.

Captain Katie O' Nine Tails had been pacing for a while now, the sounds of fighting had rung throughout the island, her crew was being decimated. She wondered what game this was that the Ferryman was playing at, getting them to defend this hidden treasure on the island but still allowing the mortals to come back from certain death. An explosion shook the island not far from where she was, Katie and the twelve crew with her turned toward the sound. The others had fallen. This would be the last stand for the Captain chest buried beneath them.

Alastair’s ears were ringing, he didn’t even realize that he was sitting waist deep in the water nor hear the first mate of the Slippery Eel shouting at him. As the ringing subsided Reginald’s voice came in clearly, he was laughing and shouting, “Ye flew forty feet aft that barrel exploded!”

Alastair stood up and checked himself out, there was a bit of dark soot on his shirt and a few new holes in his pants but nothing bleeding or broken.

Lady Sylk approached him, and handed him a banana, “Hear eat this 'twill make ye feel better.”

Captain Jones looked around the beach one last time and checked for more of the skeleton menace that had come upon them. Turning to his crew he said, “Alastair loot th' chest back t' th' ship ye 'ave been though enough aft that last battle, th' rest o' us will venture on t' th' last chest.”

Alastair proceeded to finish digging the chest out of the sand and then walked towards the ship.

“T’was a fine shot!”, Reginald exclaimed and shooting a wink to Lady Sylk.

“Ye nigh-on loot th' head off th' deckhand,” laughed Captain Jones.

Lady Sylk blushed at the comments and smiled.

The trio ascended into the jungle, but their cheerful banter stopped as they entered the clearing where the final chest was buried. Fog had settled in the most haunting way, from the thick blanket a single raspy laugh echoed.
Captain Katie O' Nine Tails cackled in the fog, she stood glaring at her three foes as they drew their swords and smiled. Smiles turned to terror as the twelve skeleton crew emerged from the jungle behind her.

The first to shoot was a skeleton with a pistol. The shot missed Reginald’s right ear barely. The First Mate leapt sideways, drew his own pistol and shot wildly hitting the skeleton in a rib, breaking it. But the undead warrior remained standing. Lady Sylk charged the two skeletons holding swords closest to her. One shattered apart into nothing but lifeless bones on the dirt as the other deflected her attack and fell back. Captain Katie screamed at the sight of one of her crew being destroyed and lunged at the female who barely blocked the sword coming at her.

Captain Jones charged three skeletons at the jungles edge holding blunderbuss’. He knocked two back and their shots went harmlessly into the air; the third managed a shot and shrapnel from the gun sprayed everywhere hitting Captain Jones in the leg and left arm. Blood stained his clothing, he ignored it and stabbed the skeleton in the face with his cutlass and shattered it.

Reginald regained his footing and reloaded his pistol as the skeleton that shot at him did the same. He almost didn’t see another skeleton come racing toward him with a cutlass. Dropping his pistol, he drew his own steel just in time to block the attackers killing cut. As the two blades clashed the two fell back just as a pistol shot flew between them.

Captain Katie slashed and pushed at Lady Sylk, but the mortal was quick with her sword and was defending herself well. The skeleton captain turned and twisted so that more of her crew could attack the female. Seeing the danger of two more skeletons behind her, Lady Sylk focused on the skeleton captain. As the sword of the undead captain swung toward her head, she ducked and rolled behind her would be assailant, drawing her pistol and firing.

Captain Katie thought she had a killing blow but instantly knew it was a poor attack as the female mortal rolled behind her and shot. The bullet passed between the skeleton captains’ ribs and took the head off one of her crew, bones clattered to the ground.

Captain Jones swung his sword through the chest of one of the blunderbuss skeletons and shot the other in the face with his pistol, he saw Lady Sylk roll and shoot but the Skeleton Captain was upon her. Reginald saw it too as he mistakenly reached for his pistol on the ground and the skeleton that had been attacking him saw the opening and stabbed him in the shoulder throwing him back, but the pistol was in his hand and he cocked it and shot the skeleton into pieces.

Captain Katie slashed at the female on the ground. The mortal deflected a few swipes, but the Katie found her mark and slashed the leg of the woman. Lady Sylk cried out in pain but gathered up her wits quickly and rolled backward away from the skeleton captain and held up her sword. The captain laughed.

The blade from the skeleton behind her pushed straight through Lady Sylk’s chest. She didn’t have time to scream. As she turned into a green ghost her eyes met Reginald’s, then looked at the ground in terror as she disappeared.

Reginald watched her get stabbed in horror. As their eyes met, he saw the ghostly form of Lady Sylk look down at the dirt covered in blood from the cut to her leg lay a silver coin.

Captain Jones saw his helmsmen disappear and yelled in anger. He charged at the Skeleton Captain who stepped back from him and continued to laugh as the six remaining skeletons formed a wall in front of her and charged the human captain. Reginald pulled himself off the ground and picked up his sword. The skeleton captain had turned away from Captain Jones, and she approached him.

Captain Katie O' Nine Tails took measure of the mortal standing before her. She had seen the look in his eyes when the female was vanquished. She picked up the blood drenched coin from the ground and held it. Reginald lunged toward the captain and slashed wildly, she defended herself easily, blocking the wild slashes.

Captain Edward Jones stared down the six foes facing him, the tips of their swords just inches away. The first skeleton attacked but Captain Jones ducked, and the blade meant for him slammed into a tree. The captain stabbed through the skeleton and into the one behind it and both broke into pieces to the ground. A skeleton behind him went for his head but Jones took him out at the knees. The last three skeletons backed off momentarily then charged all at once, Captain Jones saw red.
Reginald continued to slash violently at the skeleton captain. In a moment of clarity, he thought he had a chance at cleaving her in two and swung his sword downward toward her skull.

Captain Katie played with the unbalanced rage of the mortal swinging at her. She gave him a moment to think he had bested her then stepped sideways and his killing blow slammed into the ground and she kicked him to the dirt. The human was on his back defenseless. She held out the blood-soaked coin above him. His eyes turned from rage to acceptance. The skeleton captain dropped the coin toward his out stretched hand and shoved her sword into his chest. The coin passed though the green ghostly Reginald’s hand and into the dirt.

Captain Edward Jones had seen red in the jungle behind the three skeletons attacking him, crashing between them he dove over the explosive barrel sitting there, lighting it as he did. The skeletons blindly charge at him.
Captain Katie O' Nine Tails was thrown forward by the explosion behind her, she turned to see skeleton crew pieces falling all around her and the last mortal emerging from the jungle with soot, blood and anger on his face. The Skeleton captain screamed at the final mortal and lifted her sword. She began to charge toward him, but something stopped her.

The cutlass blade penetrated her chest from behind, glimmering bloodless in the sunlight, the soot covered angry mortal walked towards her with purpose, he raised his sword and cut for her neck. For a moment the world spun around, then she was looking up from the dirt at her killer. As the darkness surrounded the edges of her vision, she saw a blood-soaked coin in front of her in the dirt. If she had tears, she would have shed them.

As the skeleton captain fell to pieces, Captain Edward Jones looked upon Alastair and put his hand on the deckhand’s shoulder.

The constant howls of the damned surrounded Captain Katie O' Nine Tails, dead pirate souls one and all trapped in the belly of the Ferry of the Damned.

#AthenasFortuneContest

You all know that feeling when you defeat a skeleton fort. You’ve finally got the fabled key and you wonder “Is it safe to open.” Well my crew mate assured us the coast was clear so we plop that bad boy onto the door and start loading up like Toys R Us kids playing the super toy run. Not 60 seconds into loading up do I hear that same crewmate say “uh guys..” I turn to see this galleon barreling towards us full speed. It was a real “CAPTAIN LOOK” moment haha. We swarm around like bees protecting their hive but I think we all knew it was too late for our vessel. Our moral was weak but I knew if we could sink their ship as well then we stood a chance. I literally hold my breath while I climb their ladder but they must have heard my heart pounding because I wasn’t fooling anyone. I make a last ditch effort by climbing up top, bringing with me all of the hope in my crew. Haha I never knew I had an evil laugh until I saw all those gunpowder barrels in their crows nest. I can hear them climbing the ladder after me so I know it’s Now or Never! Just as I light the fuse I hear my friend say “I know them don’t shoot! They say they’ll split the loot” I’m thinking “Yea right.. that rhymes and it’s way too good to be true haha” and alliances weren’t a thing yet so it was very unlikely. so I frantically keep asking him “are u sure? Because im about to blow them away.” But Before I finished the sentence I saw a head pop up from the ladder. But to my surprise it’s a friend of mine on their crew! I was so shocked that I forgot put out the fuse so we both exploded like a cherry on top of the whole fiasco haha. Belly laughing the entire way to the ferry and back. True to their word they sailed us to the outpost with them and split up the loot with us!

Meeting a friend in matchmaking is one thing but creating a memory like this one is something that I just can’t thank Rare enough for. Looking forward to many more!!

Also the Moral of the story is to not blindly trust someone when they say “the coast is clear” haha. Stay woke

As with the start of every voyage the colours are adorned to the ship...
Forsaken Ashes Hull and Figurehead and the Festival of the Damned Sails. Grab some ammo, wood and a few fruits to keep me and me mates bellies full. We jump aboard and raise the Kraken Flag!
My what a magnificent vessel!
One cremate found a couple of messages lyin' around in strange bottles. We decided to see what they be. A treasure map and a good old scrap with them vicious dead folks. The island for treasure was near so we sailed over, found our 6 X's and hauled the booty on deck. 4 Captains chests, a Marauders chest and a Chest of a 1000 Grogs.
We made sail for the fight but we were surprised by a Meg as we aimed for an outpost to sell our booty on the way. One poor crewmate was bitten in two and sent to be damned.
He was the only one she got but we sent her down to Davy Jones to join the others we'd sent there on voyages past.
A familiar face appeared before me to which I thought twas a ghost but before I could ease him with a shanty safely to the other side he spoke my name and our crew mate had returned.
There was a strange look in his eyes. He told us of the Ferryman's torch and produced a bright blue flame glowing from his lantern. He said "We NEED to light the beacons! Then he passed around the ship lights and changed them all to blue. He grabbed the wheel and away we went knowing nothing of where we were going. My cremate as though possessed sailed us furiously from island to island. We discovered numerous beacons but some already lit. My cremate doused those beacons and lit all 12 with his lantern. When the last one was lit he came to me and his words wont be forgotten.
"There are many ways to die but some are necessary. Do not fear death for the ferryman will return you. Before you return gather a flame from the beacon but remember one day you may never return but that day will be many voyages later."
Then the mist in his eyes seemed to clear and his voice didn't seem so haunting.
"Where are we? I thought we were going for a fight? Only the last thing I remember was..... I was eaten by a Meg! What's going on!"
We explained to him what had happened but he had no memory of any of it. "It was like you were possessed." I said.
The next words from his mouth made me laugh though.
"So are we going for this fight or what?"
We decided to finish the night off with a quick brawl with those vicious brutes. They were no match for us. Then back to the outpost to sell up and end the night with a rowdy old shanty and a few tankards of grog.
As I went to me hammock me thoughts were racked with "some deaths are necessary." Maybe tomorrow we'll turn something up but for now.... "Where's me Grog!"
As I lay in my hammock my dreams were of a strange den that music may open if the correct notes are played.
When I awoke the next day the dream seemed to play on my mind so I decided to go to the tavern to see if some grog might clear my head.
As I entered the tavern there seemed to be  something familiar about the room.
I tried to recall the music from my dream to the best of my ability. I played my Hurdy Gurdy as I wandered about and suddenly I noticed a marking on the floor that I had seen in my dream. As I continued to play the mark on the floor glowed with a strange light and as it got blindingly bright I heard the words "We shall sail together!"
The floor beneath my feet began to shudder and fall away and before me I saw a secret staircase.
My intrigue got the better of me so I descended the stairs to see what I could find. Down, down and further down I went till I came upon a bright shining waterfall. I felt compelled to enter it.
Appearing on the other side I was greeted by music. I followed the sound only to find that it was coming from a happy looking crew.
The strange thing was they were no longer living!
Nobody was alive down here but me.
I approached the Captain and he offered me a job with untold riches.
How could I pass up this opportunity?
I accepted and as he gave me a large scroll he said "Tis a blessing from Athena"
I had heard of Athena in passing from other sailors and pirates so I took this as a sign of good fortune.
As this was all he had to offer I made my way to my ship. As I returned to the top of the secret staircase a stranger at the back of the tavern said "Come back to me with your glowing booty!" and then he nodded at me and continued his conversation with the barmaid.
A little confused by his words I walked back to my ship.
After a night's rest me crewmates rallied to the ship with a fever for more adventure.
"Where to today crew? Shall it be a golden booty or are you more preferable to a fight?"
The crew muttered between themselves and then turned to me.
"Captain, can we do both? We have a want for something legendary!"
I agreed as I had in my possession the Athena scroll.
I told the crew of my dream and of meeting the ghostly crew. They seemed intrigued with the idea of "untold riches" so we stocked up with supplies and set sail.
We are well weathered pirates with a good knowledge of the sea and with our directions clear we decided to deal with the merchants first.
We sailed to Plunder Outpost to collect the first merchants goods and then collected the next load of goods at Krakens Fall.
Fortune favoured us as all the goods were wanted at Ancient Spire Outpost which was but a stones throw away.
After making our delivery we set sail for a couple of fights. One at Devils Ridge and the other at Crooks Hollow.
As we approached Devils Ridge we heard the cannons roar into life.
BOOM.................... SPLASH
    BOOM................... SPLASH
BOOM.................... SPLASH
I don't know who was firing but they were a terrible aim because we managed to sail around the island to a beach that was out of the cannons sights.
The sun was high as we jumped ashore. We could already see skeletons covered in leaves running towards us.
The crew, with a yell of joy, slaughtered them with ease.
More appeared. This time they seemed to be a lot darker than the previous skeletons.
With a volley of gunshots and a clash of swords the battle was soon finished...... Or so we thought.
More skeletons appeared but this time the crew had more difficulty doing any damage. GOLD!
"Captain!" I heard being yelled
"Get the powder!"
As my crew battled on I ran to the ship and shot up to the crows nest. I grabbed the powder keg, we had found a few days ago, and jumped towards the enemy.
As I hit the water I saw a crew member fall.
Then another and then my last crewmate went down.
With no crew left I decided to end it all but I wasn't gonna die alone. The golden ghouls were coming with me!
I ran into the middle of them as they stood at the waters edge waiting for me.
As a skeleton slashed at me with his sword I yelled "DIE s**m!"
BOOM................. I DIED?

I opened my eyes to see my crew gathered around me.
"Captain. Come with us, we can leave."
"Leave where?"
"Captain. We're on the ship of the damned but the  ferryman said its not our time yet so we can leave by that open door over there."
My crewmate pointed to a door that was closed.
"The door is closed."
As my crew raised me to my feet the ferryman behind the wheel nodded towards me and the door opened to reveal a bright light.
"Looks like I'm allowed to leave cos the door has just opened."
With a cheer we ran to the door and covering our eyes to the light we exited.
When we uncovered our eyes we were amazed to see the ferryman had returned us to our ship.
There were no skeletons in sight. The only things that remained where the powder keg had blown were 4 shining skulls.
We stowed them away on the ship and set sail for Crooks Hollow.
We briefly stopped at a Fort to collect some more powder. You never know when it will come in handy!
We arrived at our destination to another welcoming committee of skeletons.
GOLD again. Good job we picked up the powder.
One crewmate led them to the waters edge as another ran behind them and dropped a burning keg behind them.
BOOM. They were gone.
More golden skeletons crawled from beneath the sand but we dealt with them easily again with another keg.
BOOM.
The light began to fade quickly as the sun began to set. It was now night-time.
Dark skeletons appeared with glowing purple eyes. My crew and I could barely see them as we slashed and shot away at them.
Why were they still standing?
"I can't see a thing!" I shouted to my crew.
One crewmate produced their lantern and as they lit it there was a cry of pain from the skeletons.
We continued to slash at the enemy.
One died then another and another.
"Keep that light lit." I shouted. It wasn't long before the enemy was vanquished. As the last one fell another group crawled out from beneath our feet.
GOLD AGAIN!
We knew how to deal with these.
BOOM. They were gone. The skirmish was over. All that remained was to get the skulls on the ship.
Once on board we had 2 maps left.
TREASURE! BOOTY! PLUNDER!
We made our way to Cannon Cove and then  Smugglers Bay.
As we sailed to our destinations we stopped off at Plunder Outpost to sell what we had. We made a few thousand coins for our troubles which made the crew happy then we were on our way again.
We had our master map reader with us so the booty was easy to find on both islands.
The last treasure was found. Suddenly the scroll that I had been holding disappeared from my hand only to be replaced by a single map with a single treasure. My crew looked at me for guidance.
"Looks like we've got one more to go and it seems to me that we're going to Wanderers Refuge for this."
We stowed our stash and set sail once more.
The master map reader found the dig site with ease. Each crewmate with shovel in hand began to dig furiously.
A glowing treasure chest emerged along with a hoarde of skeletons. They were defeated as quickly as they had appeared and then the crew admired the glowing chest.
"Now I understand the strangers words!" I exclaimed to my crew. "I know who will trade this for many gold coins."
We set sail for the nearest outpost. Golden Sands was the nearest. A very aptly named destination for our purposes.
We arrived as the sun started to rise on a new day. My crew and I hurriedly sold our treasure.
" Let's finish this together!" I said as I picked up the glowing chest. "Follow me."
We headed towards the tavern.
There was a different stranger at the back of the tavern but wearing the same garb the other stranger had on.
"Is that for me?" he said in a low gruff voice.
I passed it to him and it was quickly put away. He turned and handed me the largest bag of gold coins me and my crew had ever seen.
"You're joining the ranks of the legendary pirates below I see!" the stranger said.
"Yes. I suppose." I replied a little confused. The stranger offered no explanation as he returned to his drink.
I turned to my crew and shared the gold between us.
One crewmate turned to me and said "Captain, if you can get more scrolls like that one then we could be the wealthiest pirates ever known."
"That may be but for today we shall dine well and drink heartily and maybe another day will bring us more fortune. Let's enjoy today and think of tomorrow after a good rest."
With a cheer the crew agreed.
"Tomorrow is another day. Now someone play me a pirate shanty and pass my grog?"
As the light faded on the day we had filled our bellies with the finest food the tavern had to offer and slaked our thirst with gallons of grog.
Tomorrow is another day........

Sea of Thieves:
A Band of Pirates and a Chest Fool of Gold

The day was hot, and the water was boiling. Literary. Maybe not because of the sun, but because the crew was sailing to Devils Roar. Why, you may ask? To find the legendary Ashen Captain's Chest. Worth more than one-thousand gold they've heard. A fairly new band of pirates though, had no idea of the horrors that lie on the eastern side of the Sea of Thieves. Well, it was actually just two people. “Yar’ me mates! There be land ahead!” said Captain Yorrow. Captain Yorrow was a new captain, and didn't really know what he was doing. But what Sam (Our main character) didn’t know, was that land was straight ahead. The ship suddenly rammed right into an island. The ship did a full two-seventy as the hull of the ship rammed right into the side of Flintlock Peninsula. Rocks gouged four holes in the front of the ship. Water came pouring in to Big Bertha, their sloop.
“Cover ye’ holes!” yelled Captain Yorrow from the crow’s nest. “Yes Captain.” said Sam. She ran over to the bottom of the ship. But as she was covering the holes with their few remaining planks, an explosion rumbled from the south-east. Captain Yorrow stopped dead in his tracks. He turned slowly to Sam and dropped his bucket full of water, it splashing on the deck. “Was dat’ ou?” He asked Sam. Suddenly, a sound like a cannonball came flying through the air. Then a giant rock slammed right into their ship. Sam turned and shrieked as the front of Big Bertha was ripped off, heading straight into the water. Captain Yorrow and Sam stared at the destruction that had just occurred.
Then more explosions came, and then they both realized what had happened. They looked at each other. “Volcano!” More explosions. Fire was raining down on them. “Get to the rowboat!” Sam yelled to her captain. “I alf’ to stay ‘ere!” he yelled back. Sam didn’t think twice. She bolted up the stairs and ran to the rowboat. She detached it and jumped in, not minding to take the treasure that they had on board. Sam picked up the oars and started rowing as fast as she could. She looked back at Big Bertha just as it sunk to Davy Jones’ Locker. She couldn’t believe it. Captain Yorrow was dead. There was no coming back.
Sam slowly looked back and started her rowing again. Just as she thought she was safe, another explosion occurred, right above her. A giant rock covered in magma came crashing down. It fell and landed right in the rowboat. She was disintegrated right into the boiling ocean, in a cloud of green smoke. Then Sam popped into a new world. The land was green with light around her. She turned and saw that she was on a ship, a galleon! But then she realized that the boat seemed dead. Chains covered everything. Wood was chipped in ten-thousand places. Somehow, the mast was broken in two, but was still being held up. Her attention was whisked away when she heard sobbing coming from the bow. Sam turned and stepped closer to the noise. Soon she realized it was a person crouched over themselves. “Hello?” she asked calmly. As Sam suspected, the stranger didn’t reply. She started to turn away as the figure turned to her. “Sam?” Sam jumped back in surprise. Captain Yorrow was alive!
“I thought you died!” she yelled gleefully at him. A smile from ear to ear emerged from his face. “I thought ou’ survived!” Yorrow said back. Sam was going to reply when a creaking noise came from behind her. She looked and saw that the door to the captain’s quarters was being sucked in. Her smile was wiped off and replaced by complete confusion. When the planks flew away, Sam couldn’t believe what was on the other side. It was a green, something. She starred closer, and it seemed to be some sort of transporting device. To where, she did not know. Captain Yorrow picked himself up and started shuffling to the door. Sam followed.
Captain Yorrow stepped in first, disappearing into the portal. Sam was about to step in when she heard a voice up above her. “Captain?” The voice was creepy, if anything, dead. She looked up and saw a ghost steering the ship. Sam was scared out of her wits. Then Sams’ attention fell behind her. There was another person, a pirate. He was built into existence by more green smoke. “Ahoy! My name is Stephen.” Sam had no idea what to say. Some person right behind her just appeared out of nowhere. “Follow me! I've been here more than a few times.” Stephen said gleefully. So Sam did what Sam does best. She followed. She stepped into the, thing, with Stephen. Stephen popped out of existence. Sam stepped in. She appeared on a small island, right behind Stephen. Well it was more of a rock than anything. Then she noticed something. A beautiful galleon, gleaming in the light. New wood and sails. Pristine condition. Then she saw something else. Captain Yorrow was standing in the crow’s nest.
“Aint’ it glorious! Yorrow yelled at Sam, a smile erupting from his face. “Ous’ that?” Sam didn’t know what he meant. “Oh!” she said “This is our new friend, I guess. His name is Stephen!” She pushed Stephen forward towards the ship. “But I’m not all there tis be to it.” Stephen pointed back at where he and Sam popped into the island. Another person popped into existence. “Ello’, ello.’ My name is First Mate Trina!” “Looks like I got meself’ a new crew then!” Captain Yorrow said. He jumped off of the crow’s nest and landed in the water. Then he popped up on the rock. “Say hello to Bigger Bertha!” Trina laughed. Stephen went along with it and jumped onto the ladder. Soon everybody was on the ship. Just as Sam went to raise the anchor, she noticed a note on one of the cannons. It was made out of old, maybe ancient, parchment. One line stood out. the rest were blurred

You best say thank you, to the person who brought you this ship. Return it to an outpost, without a wood chip.

Sam was utterly puzzled. She called Stephen over to look at it. “Best we go to Plunder Outpost then. It's the closest one. Let me go tell Yorrow.” Sam continued to the anchor. Captain Yorrow was outraged, but he agreed anyway. Sam pushed with all of her might, and eventually got the anchor up. Stephen and Trina raised the sails. Along the way they noticed a few different sharks and fish. They even saw a kraken in the distance. But eventually the fun was over and they got to the outpost. They very carefully tried to dock the ship. But once they hopped onto the dock. They noticed something was wrong. No one was there. “Skeleton attack?” said Trina. “No bodies.” replied Stephen. Then Captain Yorrow spoke up. “The paper, it has a new line.” He looked at the paper. One of the smudged lines was revealed in a bright green light.

Something’s wrong, it may seem, just look for the answers, look for the stream.

There wasn’t a stream at the outpost, Sam thought. Stream of what? “Look.” said Yorrow. He was pointing at a path of bones, heading straight into the tavern. He had a sorrow look on his face “Skeletons.” Sam said with a grimmest tone. Even though it was a bad idea, she followed the path. It led to the outpost tavern. The tavern was completely empty, just like the rest of the island. But something else was different. There was a stairway leading straight into the ground. This time, Sam lead the way. The stairway eventually ended, and a cave tunnel followed. Soon they encountered a waterfall. They realized that they just had to walk through it. But on the other side, life was completely different. A complete cavern, ghosts walked around, a town almost. The paper also grew a new line.

Now you are here, it’s time to look. Which one of these ghosts took your hook?

“That’s funny.” Sam said “None of us have a hook!” she looked around at the crew, and saw Captain Yorrow staring at the ground. “Maybe it was me.” He said in perfect English. He looked up. “My hook, what made you want to join my crew. My newness, my sense of youngness. She ruined it.” Captain Yorrow looked distraught “Who!” replied Sam. But she was cut off by a wailing laugh. Then a ghost started to glow brighter than the others. It started to burn her eyes. Sam reached up her face. Then the light settled. Sam slowly removed her hands from her face. In the dim cavern light, she could make out the legendary... “Athena!” she yelled. “Oh you know me?” Athena replied, a smug look on her face. Then she shot forward and grabbed Captain Yorrow. “Did you get it?” she said “Yes, just like you asked.” Athena dropped Captain Yorrow. She turned and started floating away. Then she reached up and snapped her fingers. A chest appeared in a cloud of green smoke. It landed on the ground with a thump. The symbol of Athena was stamped on the front. “Athena’s Fortune!” yelled Stephen, a look of awe on his face.
Athena nodded her head. Then she turned to Sam. “You helped him get it. Captain Yorrow.” Sam turned to her captain. He shook his head approvingly. “I’m sorry. She was going to kill me.” Sam looked back to Athena. “Why?” Then Athena snapped her fingers again. Captain Yorrow disappeared in a cloud of green smoke. “He was my pawn, you could say. I just sent him to live eternally on the Ferry of the Damned as the captain!” Sam was speechless. Then Stephen leaped up towards Athena, grabbed her, and pulled her down. “Trina! Open that chest!”
Trina did as she was told. She ran forward and kicked it open. Stephen threw Athena in. Sam acted fast. She went to go close the chest, but just as she began to run, Athena burst out in an explosion of green power. Trina was shot back through the waterfall. Stephen flopped over on his back. Hopefully he was just knocked out. Sam leaped at Athena. The fact that Sam was able to get to her at all was pretty impressive in and of itself. Sam unsheathed her sword and swung it at Athena, aiming for the neck. Sam screamed, fighting for her friends, for her captain. Of course it did nothing. the sword swung right through her. Somehow, Sam had to get Athena into the chest herself. Sam couldn’t do it by herself. She knew that. Who could she ask? Maybe the ghosts. Maybe! She ran pass Athena and into the small ghost town. She saw something that looked like the tavern and ran in.“Can somebody help me? Anyone? Athena, she attacked me!” One ghost stood up. “Capin’ Swinkler at your service! Here to help any mortal who comes into our world.”
Sam was dumbfounded that someone actually said something, she had thought that Athena was an idol to them. “Athena. She’s outside. I, I need help.” Swinkler nodded. Sam ran outside. Athena had the chest upside down, shaking it. “My treasure. Where is it?!” Sam ran around the side. Swinkler did the same, on the other side. “Go!” yelled Sam. They both ran towards Athena. Swinkler grabbed Athena and dragged her down. Athena yelped and dropped the chest. Sam helped. Athena was wailing, crying almost. Sam shoved her down and into the chest. She slammed the chest down on top of her. The lock snapped in. “Thanks.” said Sam. “No Problem.” replied Swinkler. Then Sam started float. Green mist swirled around her. Black clothes started to form. An eye patch grew over her eye. new weapons filled her sheathes. Then she dropped to the ground. “Your a pirate legn’d tis it seems.” Sam looked up. “Maybe.”

So what happened to Athena's fortune? And the rest of the crew? Well let me explain it to you. Captain Yorrow was used by Athena to steal back her treasure from the Ferry of the Damned (run by Davy Jones) and return it back to her in exchange for a small portion. Yorrow was then used and cursed to sail the Ferry of the Damned for eternity, replacing the current captain. Trina soon gave up her life as a pirate and became a bartender. You can go see her today! Sam became the female pirate legend that stands in the tavern, awaiting new pirates looking for Athena's fortune. So where is it? Remember Stephen? He found out what Yorrow was doing, so while sailing to the outpost, he emptied the treasure into the brig in Bigger Bertha. During the fight between Sam, Swinkler, and Athena, he slipped away onto Bigger Bertha and sailed to that little rock. There he hid the treasure underneath it and built himself a little shack. You can go there too! You probably guessed it, but the treasure is still hidden at Stephen’s Spoils. That's the hiding place of Athena’s Fortune and plentiful stories untold until now.

Four Years Later
Sam was leaning on the back door to the tavern, looking mean and knowing. A new pirate walked in. His name was 2Cool4U, and he seemed quite new to the game. 2Cool4U walked up to Sam and clicked “X.” “You don’t have what it takes,” said Sam. She scowled. 2Cool4U took a step back. She liked going off of her script every once in a while, it threw players off. Especially actual pirate legends. She laughed at every one who came. No one knew where the treasure was. Not since that night. 2Cool4U backed away and ran outside, presumably to find more treasure. “Closing time!” yelled Trina. Duke slipped off the counter. Sam pushed herself off the wall and walked to the bar. “Just one, for the night.” Trina smirked and turned. "Just one, huh?" She grabbed Sam a grogg. “Yeah, just one. And thanks,” Sam turned and left. Sam walked out to see the night sky. Then something surprising happened. The ground rumbled. The ground started shaking, and a hole started ripping through the ground. It finally settled and soon there was a hole in the ground. Sam walked over and leaned over the side. Nothing seemed to be happening, except for the fact that there was a giant hole in the ground.
As Sam turned and decided to go tell Trina, another rumble occurred. Sam looked down, but this time there was green light, brightening. Then she knew what was happening, The Ferry of the Damned was coming from the depths of the earth. It exploded from the ground and shot up into the sky. It came down with an ear bursting splash in the water. A near tsunami crashed into Sam. Sam was completely confused. Sam recovered from her daze and starred. Then, Captain Yorrow stepped down from the ship. Sam dropped her grogg. “Athena be angry at you, and Stephen. Stephen be keepin’ the treasure for himself.” Sam gasped, how could this happen? She had no idea where the treasure went after that night, she thought that it had sunk with Bigger Bertha, if anything. “Athena's out of the chest. Let us be on our way, Samantha.” Captain Yorrow said. Sam followed.

That concludes our story of the pirates Sam and Captain Yorrow, for now.

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Thank you all for making such a great game! It really shows how the community can work together to make such good things. Be watching, Captain Yorrow and Samantha will be back.