THE LOCKER JULY 1677
The jagged desert coastline is what may first come to mind when one arrives in the Locker.
But rather, that is merely a small part of it.
Beyond the African like desolate region, there is a beautiful tropical oasis that resembles a first class Caribbean island, complete with all the pleasures a sailor could have.
Taverns were stationed strategically on the coast and the streets were filled with woman.
The scene closely resembled Tortuga.
For the Royal Navy there was also a town resembling London, complete with all the buildings and people.
Not for the first time did the young ferryman wonder how such a replica could be created.
It was a work of the Ancients.
Pulling up to the pier, Flying Dutchman tied off and lowered her gangplank. "Alright, last stop. Everyone off who's plannin' to stay here!" She ordered gruffly.
The crew of the Illigous filed down one by one and each was immediately swarmed by a throng of man hungry whores, each with a full bottle of rum in hand.
Flying Dutchman laughed as each man was carted away.
"They'll have a jolly good time." She said, leaning forward as the local tribe's queen placed a wreath of flowers on her bow.
She kissed the ferryman before rejoining her tribe.
Flying Dutchman straightened up.
"Did you enjoy that?" Vandecker teased.
Flying Dutchman blushed despite herself. "Shut up!" She growled.
Vandecker just laughed leaving his ship to fume. "Ah, don't mind him." Jones said. "He just likes to tease you."
"I still don't like it." Flying Dutchman grumbled.
"Ya not supposed to lassie." He said. "He wants you to be annoyed."
"Why would he want that?" She asked.
"He likes ya. Oldest trick in the book." Jones shrugged.
"He likes me?!" Flying Dutchman repeated incredulously.
Jones nodded. "Aye and who wouldn't, a pretty lass like you." He replied.
Flying Dutchman ducked her head to hide her rising blush.
"Tis nothing to be ashamed of lass." Jones assured her. "Beauty is a good thing."
This only made Flying Dutchman blush harder.
Jones laughed and she huffed in annoyance.
"Shouldn't you be leaving too?" She growled.
"Oh lass you wound me so." Jones exclaimed, feigning hurt. "Not too long ago you were down on your 'knees' begging Vandecker to let me stay."
"That's an exaggeration." She sniffed. "I kept you around because Vandecker wants you around." She replied.
"I will get you eventually my dear Shadow." He said.
"Dream on Scott, dream on." She snorted.
He gave her rail a pat and walked off.
Shortly after, Flying Dutchman cast her lines and sailed off.
Britannia was her usual spot when she sailed in.
"What'd you find this time?" She asked.
"A shipwreck full of dead sailors. The Illigous. She went down in a storm."
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The Damned: Part 1~ Innocence
Historical FictionIn the late 1600s, a new ship is commissioned into the Dutch Navy and is mysteriously lost on her maiden voyage. Only, she wasn't lost, merely taken and re-purposed to ferry the dead. The story of the Flying Dutchman, as told by the ship herself.
