A few years ago, I loaded into an open crew sloop and was met by a chubby bilge rat pirate waving at me.
"Ahoy!" He cheerfully chirped "todays your lucky day!"
He pointed me below deck to show me his mighty haul. A few chests and a bounty skull. Pittance to us old salts, but he was so proud, it was hard not to be enthusiastic too.
"Youve been busy!" I said as he happily bounced around the deck.
"Weve got to sell now!" He said " Theres a Galleon over there!" He pointed at a brig far in the distance.
"Right away Captain!" I Replied and we set off towards Plunder outpost (If my memory serves).
He was obviously very new and he steered our ship left and right towards the outpost. Bumping into as many things as he could on the way. He happily talked about his adventures on the way while we played shanties. He was a good kid.
As we neared the outpost, the original brig far behind us, a second white sailed brig cornered the outpost and before we knew it we were under fire.
They were very new themselves, so cannonballs flew miles above us until one hit my new pal square in the face. This was before revives so he was quickly sent to the ferry. I'll always remember how his mood changed instantly.
"Just let them sink us." He sighed.
"We can fight!" I said, but my poor pal was too disheartened. "Nah, its ok. I suck at Pvp."
By the time he respawned I was on the brig and had managed to kill all three of the bloodthirsty crew.
He jumped onto the cannons and started to open fire, eventually managing to hit them an open a few holes.
Before long the brig sunk to the depths and we managed to snag another captains chest. My new pal was ecstatic, shouting to people in his house "we just sunk a GALLEON!"
It was like a switch. All of a sudden the loot meant nothing to him, he wanted blood.
Luckily for him, our next target wasnt far away. The original brig had hard anchored at an island so he dropped our sails and wobbled our way towards it.
I still have nightmares about the events that followed, I had taken the wheel and he anchored us right in the broadside of our brig, but it didnt matter. He rained hell upon them with the cannons, screaming (in a funny, not toxic way) before jumping in himself and launching himself over the brig onto the island.
I lost sight of him for a while, still paralyzed with giggles as he screamed bloody murder at the unfortunate crew (an open crew duo, if I had to guess.) I was too busy laughing to help, but he didnt need it.
A huge explosion tore the brig apart and soon it was nothing but driftwood.
We ended up sinking to a sloop not long after, but my man had changed. No longer was he afraid to defend his haul. He had become a pirate even Flameheart would fear.
If anyone has ever come across this monster, I truly apologise. I guarantee Hes a golden bones killing machine nowadays. I wouldnt be surprised if hes Cap'n.
Just one of many fun times I've had on the waves.
The sea of thieves is filled with happy memories, lets hear yours.
