A few moons back I came across some old friends who due to other obligations were unable to sail with me for a while.
We decided to take a drink at the local inn and steal a Brig Parked nearby for our own.
Deciding on what to do we looked upon the horizon and saw that there was one of them huge skull clouds in the night sky and we decided to go there as there's always some good booty.
On our way there we saw a sloop parked at mermaids hideaway and decided to check it out. The Little lass who owned the vessel tried to board us before we could get close but missed us and after parking next to the sloop and boarding her we found she was transporting pork.
Now we're skallywags but there's not much gain in stealing pigs.
After a slight dispute about the other treasures they had on board we decided to set off and go on with our quest for the skull fort. Now I still had some treasure to dig up on cannon cove and my mates were helping the little lass we came across earlier so I dug up the treasure at cannon cove. When I walked back to my ship another sloop had parked next to her and opened fire.
Now a lot of pirates these days have eyesight problems, maybe it's the parrots picking eyes out or the sun shining in people's faces. These pirates couldn't hit the ship parked next to it so I made quick work in defending my brig and after my mates came back from helping the little lass we sank the sloop.
When we arrived at the fort it was quiet, well that is as quiet as can be with skeletons swarming the place. there no ships already working on rooting out the skeleton threat so we started working on culling them.
Leaving some skeletons in the towers alive as the skeletons are great at warning us when others arive. And lo and behold the sloop who attacked us before appeard on the horizon, caught a rogue skeleton cannonball and blew up.
That day we rid the world of three other forts swarming with skeletons taking the treasure with us and blowing up the same sloop over and over again. These pirates didn't know when to quit.
Day became night again and we told eachother that we were going to turn in and get some rest. The moment we had loaded up our last loot we spotted another brig coming in fast.
We quickly gave them the split by blasting past them but they turned around and started persuing.
They were persistant in chasing us but not perfect. We were better sailors and soon had some distance between us. But due to the volume of the loot we had on board we needed time to unload, time we didn't have with our persuers.
So we made a plan....
I threw the weel left to quickly turn to the east, our persuer getting closer because he could cut us off. Nothing too bad because of the distance between us, and if out plan worked it would even be better if they were close to us.
After heading east for a while we sailed into the roar, this didn't fase our persuer who followed as I had expected.
Two of my crew quickly jumped off to visit captain morrow on morrows peak.
Now often you can't take things with you when a mermaid takes you to the ship, but the shroudbreaker wasn't one of them and after fixing it to our ship we quickly headed north.
Again our persuers followed... not knowing we had a plan.
Because our persuers could cut another corner they got even closer. They were breathing down our necks and this is exactly where I wanted them.
As the seas around us got darker and darker our shroudbreaker lit up. Behind us the enemy brig was getting closer and closer, because we forgot to angle our sails... on purpose, we let them harpoon us, on purpose. We dragged them into the shroud, all was going according to plan.
The enemy brig creaked and groaned and then it happened... A loud crack was heard. The enemy crew panicked and tried steering around bailing like madmen, this is when my crewmates attacked, they lept off our ship and climed on board, in the chaos they were free to drop the anchor and dispose of the crew that rushed back and forth trying to bail water.
The crew of that brig was doomed, sunk beneath the waves without a single shot fired on them.
They say that when you sail to the shores of gold you can still hear their angry screams. Screams of disbelief and realisation of what happened to them.
