The wind was few as the ocean below the ship was barely choppy, no clouds in sight, only the scorching hot sun as it shined down upon the Scultone. Luckily, Mabel had the ability to control the winds, making it easier on the ship and on the crew to travel. Clara's ship was in the distance, sails up and anchor down.
Making their way over to Clara's ship and also raising their sails setting down the anchor so they would be at a complete stop. Clara stood next to Samuel and smiled when she looked over at Mabel's ship. Her's was much smaller then the Scultone but it had been rearmored and fitted to be more powerful, if not as powerful as the Dragon of death.
"I have a lead on Blackbeard, we found his ship, Queen Anne's Revenge sailing to a secluded island not far from the other side of Cuba. I wish for you to accompany me there. We have to get to him before the brits do, so make your decision quickly."
Before to long they both dropped their sails to their fullest potential and began sailing their way north, to get around the Giant of an island known as Cuba. The travels would take multiple weeks, some days were filled with storms that turned the sea upside down, some of the sailors claimed it was the gods fighting, clashing as they were put in the midst to fight and hope they could make it out in one piece. It took a lot of Mabel's energy to turn the Helm and keep it steady as the ship fought to move along with the winds. Turning the ship to face waves head on so they wouldn't be capsized. And through the end of it all. Everyone made it out.
Now they were almost there, almost to the island where they would find Blackbeard, Clara would finally be reunited with her father, and Mabel would finally be reunited with hers.
She had no memories of him, she hadn't even known his name. But she did know he was a sailor. He was the quartermaster of Blackbeard. That is why she hunted him down. Seeing the island off in the distance. They had thought their journey was at an end. Seeing Queen Anne's revenge docked just off the coast made them all excited.
Drawing near, closer now to their victory, their goals end. What they did not realize as the sun began to set just over the oceans beautiful blue water. Was that the British were already there, plotting their attack on Blackbeard. And that all was waiting now, was the signal. Then hell would rain down upon all of them.
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Magic in the Caribbean
Historical FictionThe year is 1745 the time of sailing the seven seas is now. A British Naval ship off the coast of Cuba has seized a young woman, making its way back to Britain with the captured girl, but what they did not realize, was that they had all been played.
