The Fate of the Boat to Skeleton Key

The Port

It was a bright afternoon out on the open sea. I always enjoyed the salty air, the open ocean, the feeling of freedom. Now, we weren't exactly ordinary sea farers. We where pirates. That's right, pirates. We stole, fought battles, the norm. However, that wasn't on our schedule today. Me and my comrades are meeting with a couple of allies of mine by the names of Gilbert Beldshmit and Mathias Køher. The best pirates out on the open seas, besides myself of course. We where sailing to Holland to port our ship. There have been talk of raving sea rats and my crew begged for us to turn back, but I would hear none of it. I'm not scared of a couple of yellow bellied rodents of the Netherlands, so why not? I could easily take some cats or a pair of hunting dogs to do that job if there are rates on my ship. She was a fine ship too. Two masts and large square footing. Certainly fit for a successful sea dog. All of a sudden, I herd my first mate, Alfred Jones call out from the Round Robin. "Land ho Captain Kirkland!" He called out and pointed to the docks, about 3 miles from the ship. Ah, finally arriving. It definitely put a slight skip in my step to see my old friends again, but little did I know that there we other visitors waiting for our ship with round, red, beady eyes.....