Chubby Youtubers/Egos Oneshot, Book 3

Saved by a merman (Pirate AU)

Thousand's miles away from land in the heart of the Bermuda triangle a battle wage between two notorious group of pirates the first group called themselves the septiceyes where they run as a group with no leaders stealing from the rich and giving it to the poor while the second group calling themselves simply as the Iplier's went out of the way to ruin their rival's reputation stealing whatever they want but mostly from the poor burning down their homes and using their cannons and destroying the surrounding area forcing helpless people to flee running for their lives. Both groups earning a somewhat famous reputation across the seas and around the world for the people living in poverty they praise the efforts of the Septic's trying to make their life's a little easier while the simple name of the Iplier's struck fear into everyone's hearts even into the cruellest law enforcers.

Loud thunderous bangs roared over the ocean the sounds of cannons rapidly firing shooting hot heavy balls some landing into the ocean with a muted splash while others caused some significant damages to the ships of both groups of pirates. Just before the steaming battle the Iplier's were using the mysterious rumours of the Bermuda triangle as a hideout knowing no sane person would travel towards the remote area fearing about unknown creatures and curses, half of the Iplier's were fast asleep before being ambushed by their enemy cannonballs rudely smashing into their ship noisily smashing the wooden planks waking them up from their slumber.

"Keep attacking them! Don't give them a break to breath they must pay for the life's they ruined" A strong husky male voice shouted over the deafening explosions which was barely heard sounding more like a whisper. The voice belonged to one Jackal "Jackieboyman" the person responsible for forming of the septic's wanting to prove to the world that not all pirates are bad and wanting to help those who needed help, a chorus of agreement came from the septic's loading and raining more cannonballs over the criminals while others who weren't doing anything like Antonio "Anti" and Van "Henrik" pulled out their polished flintlock pistols ignoring the swaying motion of the boat and carefully aiming and shooting at the Iplier's.

"What the hell is happening? Why aren't we fighting back?" Dark grumpily stormed out of the captain's quarters tired and exhausted from waking up early from the battle outside. The door slammed into the side of the study wooden wall banging loudly which went unheard due to sounds of cannons and gunshots filled the air, the ship itself looking a mess with holes splattered all across the sides of the ship with shards of wood covering the deck Dark stood at the entrance his piercing gaze looking around the increasingly wrecked ship stunned into silence all the while trying to put his clothes back on.

"Captain it looks like this attack was planned! If I had to guess they must have been observing us for some time knowing the perfect time to attack us and when they first attacked, they destroyed most of our cannons we only have one that's operational" Greg responded coming down the few steps that led to the controls of the ship trying to maintain control of the ship from the start of the attack. Turning his head Dark could see tiny chunks of wood littered in the man's black hair that was neatly styled to the side along with his shirt ripped from the right collarbone to the left side of the ribs due to being knocked down from the surprise ambush revealing a black tattoo "G" printed on the centre of his chest, all movement ceased on the ship causing the captain to look away from Greg noticing all of his crew looking at him waiting for instructions apparently ignoring the sounds of wood exploding and guns being fired.

'What to do in this situation? We were unprepared for this attack and keep this up we all going to be sunk. I hate to admit it and runaway from a fight but it's better to live another day and fight then lose and cannot fight again' Dark pinched the bridge of his nose gathering his thoughts as quickly as possible before opening his eyes that shined stubbornness and determination buttoning up his leather black jacket and looping his belt around his waist with the gun safely attached to his belt in the holster.