Skull and Bones || Creek ✔️

Part II

August 10th 1717
Atlantic Ocean
Tweek

This prison feels smaller and smaller with each passing day, I would have lost my mind if The Ghost hadn't visited me every day. He likes to talk a lot that pirate, not that I listen much but just hearing a voice is enough to keep me at peace.

The sounds of the waves also fill my ears every day and night, it's a sailors dream to hear the ocean all day but in this context it's just the worst. I want to smell of the salty water to fill my nostrils and for the breeze to brush carefully across my face one last time before die.

The door of my small wooden prison slowly opens, "So my good friend, how was your sleep?" Craig asks leaning casually against the doorway. A smirk graciously plastered on his punchable face as he looks down upon me.

"G-go fuck y-y-yourself!" I spit back scowling at my oppressor.

"Goddamn, just come in here for a friendly chat and this is what I get, fuck me dude all I want is to talk with my friend." He replies moving closer and kneeling down.

"I w-would never be friends with a p-p-pirate,"

"But we are friends oh Tweek my boy," He pulls me to my feet and wraps an arm over my shoulder, "Don't you know why I've kept you alive, all these people bore me. You intrigue me, you complete me. Someone who has probably killed hundreds if not thousands of people and now your here with me."

"I d-didn't kill anyone that d-d-didn't d-deserve it," I reply pushing him off of me.

"Do you really look down at people like me all the time, even ones that didn't choose to be here. Some people don't have a fucking choice. Tweek you sent how many people to the gallows or to the bottom of the ocean? Hmm?" Craig tries to pry, trying to probe me into explaining myself. I look at him with distain and disgust, a damned pirate judging me on something I did.

"You're a d-d-damn hypocrite, let me ask you how m-many p-p-p-people you sent to Davy Jones's Locker, how many innocents you have slain in cold blood for gold and valuables?" I retort shifting my focus onto every expression on his face, everyone has a breaking point and it all stems from their expression. A single break in his exterior, a single weakness I can exploit would win me this battle... but there isn't one.

He just laughs, "I'm content with my demons, I'm happy being free. I can be honest with myself. Can you Tweek?"

His words sit in my mind, everything I did, I did for my country. I did it for everyone back at home, my parents, my friends. Every less pirate means one less chance of them getting killed. Right?

"This world isn't so black and white Tweek, the moment you learn that. That is the moment you are free..." and with that Craig left, he closed the door and left me with my thoughts, only my thoughts to keep me company.

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August 13th 1717
Atlantic Ocean
Craig

"What's your thoughts on our little prisoner Tolkien?" I ask the man at the wheel, he scowls and grunts at me before turning back towards the front of the ship.

"I think we should have left him to die with his crew, he will be trouble if we give him enough time." Tolkien replies with another grunt, "If you keep him alive long enough the crew will start to think you've gone all soft."

"They wouldn't mutiny against me, they would die trying." I say bluntly gritting my teeth, I take a deep breath of the cold air and then turn towards the First Mate leaning on the stern of the ship, "You wouldn't try to take control would you Clyde? Not after everything I've done for you."

Clyde turns his head to the side, "Wouldn't dream of it boss, you haven't gotten us killed yet so I think you're doing a better job than most." Clyde says nearly sarcastically