A stormy sea was a sailors worst nightmare, his whole crew was terrified of the huge and looming waves that battered them with the strength of falling rocks, the reverberating thunder, was all simply horrifying to the men of his ship. The captain, regarded as a Demon throughout the seas enjoyed it.
''Pathetic, and you call yourselves the men of my ship!?'' he shouted, at all the thirty grown men that were trembling in fear the sea.
''Storms are a part of every pirates soul, so if you fear the banging ocean and the damn lights in the sky, you are afraid of yourself! This is not the only storm, oh there will be more, but we will overcome it!'' he continued fighting against the winds deafening whistling.
His voice, was barely audible over the strong wind, and yet every single man of the ship understood. The bandits, and misfits all came to a consensus. They did not want to die.
''That's more like it you good-for-nothings'' he nodded satisfied and immediately started barking out orders.
The waves kept turning the ship in every direction possible, the captain was sure, Davy Jones' locker awaited him and his crew, 5 no 4 waves, that is all it would take. He didn't look resigned, he still wanted to fight her to the end. But even for him, the man who conquered the seven seas,that was impossible.
The first wave hit and the mast was damaged, second wave hit, and the front broke off, the third wave hit and the ship started to topple with the sounds of wet wood creaking everywhere.
The fourth wave hit. he braced himself and so did his crew, but he didn't feel any impact, he didn't feel anything for that matter, he had been knocked out.
Useless, he thought he truly thought he was a useless piece of trash he wanted to at least meet his end like a true seadog, if only he knew what was in store for him. The sailors who survive the fourth wave, are usually sent to an unusual island, where the sun is scorching, and the sea eats away at the soft white sand.
When he awoke, only his trusty bottle of rum remained, and a beautiful lass he had captured in of his raids. Before even opening his eyes he first tried to take a sip of his rum, much to his dismay the bottle was empty. The lady did not look too pleased as well
(I took the liberty of using two songs, sorry)
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