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Organized Pirates of the Caribbean

Whale Island, Portsmouth

When the seven admirals of the royal navy are in one room, it's bound to be a tense situation. The birds chirped outside, and the boiling tea in the kittle could be heard. None of the old and experienced admirals spoke. They knew how these things went down. The one who speaks first is usually the one expected to solve the problem at hand. And even though they were too proud to admit it, the one at hand wasn't one they were confident they could solve.

This was an implied rule, something you were expected to know if you managed to get this far in the navy, something one young admiral chose to ignore.

"We can't let this go on any further!"

The old ones grinned when they heard his words.

"They've hit 6 of our ships in the past 8 days alone. They've even hit one just this morning,"

"And what do you suggest we do, Admiral Smith?" said one of them.

"They're pirates," he said, "And we are the goddamned Royal Navy. What is stopping us from blowing them off the water?"

"The fact that they hit 6 ships in the last 8 days, perhaps?"

A chuckle went about the room.

"Listen, Smith. You are more than welcome to take the lead on this one. We are busy men, with far more use to the queen if we stay here. We'll give you the resources you need but be weary, young one; these aren't your ordinary pirates,

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Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean

"I see her by the horizon, captain. Royal Exports ship, small sized, one freight guarding her. That's our ship!"

"Alright, Men, get to positions! Don't waste a bullet unless you're killing someone. And don't leave any survivors. The number one thing that kills pirates isn't disease; it's unfinished business,"

As he finished his words, everyone ran to their assigned positions.

The ship started speeding towards her target.

The captain raised his sword as they got closer.

They weren't going to ram it. They couldn't afford to. Lord knows the amount of money they need for repairs.

But giving them a good case of poisoning was a different story.

He gave the signal just as they passed the ships. Two sides and two bombs with the poison going around. They turned to face the ships and waited. As any person would do, the crew started abandoning the ship.

Something they shouldn't have done.

The long-ranged gunners were in position. The sound of shots and confirmation signals filled the ship. The smell of gun powder filled the air. It was like they were a single entity. They didn't stand a chance.

"Move in!"

The second phase started. They slowly approached the two ships to clean up the leftovers. The sound of shots and screams began once more. The captain went under deck. Chests were laying all over the export ship. He cracked one open, fruits, another, rum, and another, metal. They've hit a good load.

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New Providence, Bahamas

The town folk were waiting for them on the docks as they arrived. Cheers and roars as the anchor was being secured.