The Legacy of the Uncharted

~ Chapter 16 ~ The Fury of Captain Blackwell Part 1

Back at Dead Man's Cove, the infamous pirate stronghold, the atmosphere was tense and electric. The cavernous hideout, usually filled with the rowdy laughter of pirates and the clinking of tankards, was now eerily quiet. The cause of this unusual silence was none other than

Captain Thorne Blackwell, who stood at the center of the room, his fury palpable.
The pirate captain's face was twisted in anger as he stared at the tattered remains of a map spread out on the table before him.

His ship, the Blood Reaver, had barely escaped destruction after the fire set by Alexandria and her crew. The loss of his prized vessel, combined with yet another failed attempt to capture the crew of the Mariner's Whisper, had driven him to the brink.

- Captain Thorne Blackwell: "How is it possible that this wretched crew keeps slipping through my fingers?!"

He slammed his fist onto the table, causing the pirates around him to flinch. The room was filled with the most ruthless and feared criminals of the seas, but even they knew better than to cross Blackwell in his current state.

-First Mate Jax "Iron Hand": "Cap'n, they've been lucky so far, but luck runs out. We'll get them next time."

Blackwell's eyes narrowed as he glared at his first mate. Jax was a seasoned pirate with a mechanical arm that replaced the one he'd lost in battle, a weapon in its own right, earning him the nickname "Iron Hand."

- Captain Thorne Blackwell : Luck? This isn't just luck, Jax. They've got something else on their side-something more than just dumb fortune. We need to figure out what it is and tear it apart."

Jax nodded, understanding his captain's frustration, but he knew better than to challenge Blackwell's authority. Instead, he gestured to the map, now partially singed and covered in angry red markings.

- Jax "Iron Hand": "We know their next move, Cap'n. They're headed to the Shaded Isles. We've already got men there, and they're laying the groundwork. They won't escape us this time."

Blackwell sneered, his mood darkening further as he considered the stakes.
Alexandria and her crew had not only escaped his grasp multiple times, but they had also humiliated him in front of his men.
The bounty on their heads was more than just a price-it was a personal vendetta now.

- Captain Thorne Blackwell: "I don't care what it takes. I want them found, and I want them brought to me, dead or alive. And if any of you fail me again, it won't just be your heads on the line. I'll burn every last one of you alive."

The gathered pirates shifted uneasily, knowing that Blackwell's threats were never empty. His reputation for cruelty was well-deserved, and anyone who failed him knew the consequences would be dire.

- Second Mate "Grim" Garret: "Cap'n, our contacts on the Shaded Isles are ready.

They'll make sure the moment the Mariner's Whispr wicks, our men will be waiting. There won ‹ be any escape."

Grim Garret, known for his cunning and ruthlessness, had been instrumental in many of Blackwell's successful raids. His presence reassured the rest of the crew, even as Blackwell's rage simmered just beneath the surface.

- Captain Thorne Blackwell : Good. And make sure the bounty stays high. Spread the word to every corner of the seas-l want every pirate, mercenary, and bounty hunter out there looking for them. There will be no place for them to hide."