It was a calm night. There was a slight breeze traveling across the water. A great night to send some more poor traders to the sharks.
"Captain! Ship at 4 o' clock!"
Sure enough, there was. Not a very big one. Kind of fancy. It was moving at a moderate pace, not too fast. An easy target.
"Shall we go after it, sir?"
Ah, my first mate. She's a thorn in me side, but she's the only one I trust with my life.
"What flag are they sailing under?" I just love my voice so much. Nice and loud, so I know when someone says they didn't hear me, they're just spoutin' lies.
"Looks like an English trade ship! Probably carrying cloth, or tobacco! Shall we go after it?"
I stroked my beard in thought. Seems worth it. Eh, why not?
"I say it seems worth it. Who knows? We may even find some rum! That ship looks like it could carry quite a bit! We could have a jolly good time with that much. What do you say lads?"
They all raised their voices in eagerness for blood.
"Does that answer you question, Johnson?"
"I think it does, Black Jack."
"Then what are you waiting for? Lower the sails! Let's catch that ship!"
I could just hear the thirst for blood in their voices.
Like I said before, a perfect night to feed the sharks. I bet their hungry.
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Rough Seas Ahead
ActionA small boy who grew up in the streets of Boston had a dream. That dream was to be the captain of a fine trade ship from England called The Mermaid. It was his father's ship. Not everyone's dreams come true. His life was never one of rainbows and ha...
