" I said swab the deck, the ship must be ship shape for the captain before he wakes up!" Brill, the first mate and chief marksman,shouted on the helm as the other pirates on deck were running around cleaning the ship," Raise the jolly Roger."
The pirate flag was raised. It was a skull with a saber piercing it's forehead. Then the Captain's quarter's door flung open. The activity on the ship stopped instantly as the crew stared at the door. From it came the captain while yawning and he shouted," Who is the idiot making this racket early in the morning!"
" That would be me captain Ian," said Brill jumping in front of him," we were getting the ship ship shape for when you awoke."
Captain Ian grabbed him by his white coat and brought him close with anger driving him, plus a strong hangover." YOU'RE THE ASS WHO WOKE ME UP!" said Ian.
" Oh captain, captain," said Brill to distract him long enough for another pirate to bring in his morning mug of rum," just have your morning rum and relax."
Ian grabbed it and took a big sip. From there he let go of Brill." Okay captain,now that you have calmed down. It's time for the inspection of the ship. You of all people know we haven't used her for a while and we just came from a doozy of a mission," said Brill.
" Fine, how much longer till we reach pirate land?" Ian asked.
" Twenty minutes away," Brill answered.
" Maintain course. Show me how she's doing first mate," ordered Ian.
Brill smiled and began the tour. Their first stop was the fishing crew. A five men team busy with fishing nets and fishing rods. They had already caught some tuna but we're still at it." Keep at it men, you are doing a gud job," Ian praised mostly because he was happy to eat something other than prison food.
" Aye capa'in," they said taking a salute.
Ian grimaced as they continued to the figure head. It was that of a saber. Ian took some sips as he remembered his past fondly just from that figurehead and he touched it to say," we'll get her back girl. Just you wait."
They then went bellow deck to the sleeping quarters where all the men slept and found four lazy pirates still asleep." Wake up you sorry sons of sea slugs!" Ian shouted and they jumped out of bed to stand at attention before their captain," The crew is at work and you lazy bums are enjoying sleep. Did prison change your way of life?!?!"
Ian's eyes were twitching." Don't move," Ian said in a dark voice as dark aura radiated about him and he unsheathed his saber.
He struck all of them in their chests. They groaned in pain but did not move an inch. Ian swang the blood from his blade and sheathed it." Do this again and I will take a limb," said Ian," dismissed."
They scurried of in a clumsy manner as Ian tried to cool off. Once he was cool he took another sip of his rum but it was over. Luckily the next place was the kitchen. They went their and found their chef preparing breakfast. A pot of soup and some baguettes. He had small mustache that Ian was honestly jealous since he couldn't grow facial hair. Ian ordered for a refill and one of the suchefs brought him a fresh mug. He complimented the chef, Roman, and moved deeper in but was stopped by an announcement. He gave Brill the order to check on the engineers and shipwrights as he went atop the deck. When he got there he asked the Crows nest what was the problem. The man announced land ahoy pointing towards the figure head. Ian smirked and called for someone to bring his gun. He gulped down his rum and stood on the figure head. He unsheathed his saber and pointed the approaching island. His gun was brought and he put in its place on his belt. From the island came a horn which Ian knew all too well." Looks like they don't know who we are. John! Why don't you tell them," said Ian.
John was the helmsman. He pulled a cogshell and blew on it. With that, Ian ordered them to be ready to drop anchor. Once they were close to the dock, the anchor was dropped and inertia sent Ian falling forward but that is what he wanted. He landed on the dock where an Arab stood there waiting for him." Salaah, long time no see," said Ian going to greet the man.
" Captain Ian the ungodly, where have you been these last few months?" Salaah asked.
" Just enjoying the prisons of the English. Nothing new," answered Ian.
" As always, you are one crazy bastard," said salaah.
" Of course I am. Are the others in?" Ian asked.
" The other Captain's arrived a long time ago. I hope you didn't come to cause a ruckus here on my dock," he said threateningly.
The pirates dropped the plank and we're climbing down." Sorry Salaah, I can't promise that. You see as a pirate, it's in my nature to cause problems for others," Ian said as he walked passed salaah approaching the land as he announced to his crew," Now men, I'm only giving you one hour and we leave this place. The lieutenant is still after us so we don't have time to waste. Don't disappoint," as the men charged through with bags of gold coins.
" I can only hope those idiots don't gamble away that money," Ian said as he entered a bar called ' Hell's kitchen ' and walked to the bartender," I would like a captain twist with a god cherry."
The bartender who was wiping glasses moved his hand under table and flipped a switch. He then directed Ian to the back of the bar. Ian grimaced. He knew the other pirates in that bar were looking at him ready to attack him but the law of the sea was no fighting in a bar no matter what. Punishment would-be to pay for everyone's drinks for a week. He walked to the back where the other major Captains of the world were seated. A room of six of the most powerful villains in the world. What were they planning?