Ocean's Rage

Log 7: The Captain of the Black Pirates

Seven Years Ago...

This is boring.

Jackie stared up at the clear blue sky. It was so very...uninteresting. Nothing in the sky, nothing going on in town, nothing to do. After all, he was stuck on the shitty island of Cariboa. It was an island too close to mainland to be used by pirates or even the British navy. So there was almost no action nowadays.

But he had indeed heard from some adults that pirates had used to invade the island quite frequently several years ago. Naturally, that was why he was hated.

But why didn't they raid Cariboa now? Because it was now under British protection, naturally. If anyone dared do anything to anyone here, the Navy would be onto them immediately.

I hate the idea of it. It doesn't seem like they even want to protect this place willingly. It feels more like they want to do it just to spread their agenda and popularity.

"Oi, Jackie. What are you doing here?" He heard a familiar voice behind him, and looked over to see the strange guy from the Witch House that him and Elma had met last month. "Oh, hey Ebb!"

He scowled. "For the love of god, it's Eddie! Or Ed, if you want to call me that." Jackie laughed and waved over at him. "Whatever. Come over here! You really need to fix that habit of loitering in the woods."

He stumbled over, and sat down under the nearby apple tree rather than sitting beside Jackie. "Too hot." He cited his reason, and Jackie nodded in agreement. He crawled over to the shade of the tree.

He still couldn't believe Eddie was four years older than him. He was twenty, but didn't really act all that mature, he was rather awkward, and not used to talking to people at all.

"Wanna join my crew?" Jackie asked suddenly.

"No thanks."

"Okay."

They sat beside each other for a few minutes more, before Jackie got tired of it and jumped up to leave for his town. It was the only one on the tiny island, called Caribo. Before he could leave, though, Elma appeared on grassy plains, running towards them at full speed with a pink kite. "Guys! Check out this cool kite!" It was kind of cool, but Jackie hated the color. The kite was star-shaped and had red strips of paper on all five points. That, at least, made it a bit interesting.

Instead of taking it himself, Jackie gave it to Eddie. The poor guy had never flown a kite before, and he looked stupidly happy running around like a ten-year-old, his blonde hair flowing behind him like a waterfall of honey in the wind.

"It's nice and peaceful, huh? No bullshit from Lee today!" Elma said cheerfully, and Jackie groaned. He raised his hand and slapped her face lightly. "Don't say shit like that! He's gonna show up any minute now that you've said that."

She laughed and jumped up to climb the apple tree. "And what are you gonna do if he does?"

"Um...I'll...er...punch you?"

She leaned towards him with her face just inches from his, and stared at him with steely brown eyes. "Wanna see how that ends?" She asked, not moving away. Jackie stared back boldly.

But he wasn't stupid. He laughed and pulled his face back. "Okay, you win."

"Thought so." She said, and started climbing up the tree. Before she even got halfway, Eddie suddenly raced over and threw himself into the nearby bushes. "Eddie? What the hell are you doing?" Jackie asked, startled.

"He's coming! Lee!" His voice squeaked through the thick leaves of the bush. Alarmed, Jackie looked up at Elma.

Positively not giving a single fuck, she simply shrugged and bit into a juicy looking red apple.