The Last Stand of The Bretheren Court

The Last Stand of The Bretheren Court: Plot Your Course

Chapter I

It all began in Port Royal, located on the Palisadoes spit on the island of Jamaica. Me a young pirate, only fifteen years of age, to stand against the world or swing in the hangman's noose. I sail under Captain Henry Morgan, serving as his cabin boy. My name is Lance by the way.

Port Royal shrank into the blinding glare of the sunset as the Assault sped across the crystal clear waters of the Caribbean Sea. " Lower the top sails!" shouted the boatswain " and batten down the hatches". Crewmen hastened to and fro, trying to complete the task quickly and efficiently on befall the harsh blow of the boatswain's whip. The sea had suddenly begun to roll. Without any warning, the waves reared up like black war stallions, the ship its rider hanging on for dear life. Things were grim, the odds were completely against us. I woke up the next morning in my hammock, unable to remember anything from the night before.

Fear suddenly gripped me by the throat...... The Captain! I was sure to be keel hauled for this. I hurriedly rushed to dress, running up onto the weather deck and into the galley.

" Strange, no one's here" I said to myself. Or at least so I thought. A large knife flew past my head, embedding its point six inches into the wooden frame of the door.

"Your late," said a rough but familiar voice. It was the ship's cook, Chris.

"I know I'm late , is the captains breakfast ready?" I asked. The response was another knife thrown at the table. "Very well then" I said and I took the large tray out to the captain's cabin.

At the door, I trembled at the mere thought of the fury of the infamous captain Henry Morgan. I knocked on the door, wondering what horrible ordeal I was going to face when suddenly I received the biggest shock of my life. Instead of the customary harsh " What!", I received a weak "Come in". I cautiously opened the door, not ready for what I saw next. Instead of the scum of the seas, a sickly man was in his place. There, lying on the bed was a man evidently in his last moments. Dark, glazed eyes and skin white as wax were what greeted my sight. In a dry, raspy voice, he managed to croak the word " Rum ". I poured the man a generous helping from the bottle on the desk. A failed attempt at a smile showed across his face. He took the cup and handed me an envelope. Want took this guy 3.5 seconds to drain was now taking an eternity. After he finished, his chest rose and fell and then ceased to rise again.

" Alan!", I yelled," the Captain's dead", terror written all across my face. One question burned in my mind, who was the next pirate lord of the Caribbean Sea?

As the others were worrying about the body, I took the time to check out the envelope that the late captain had given me. It read:
Dear Lance,
There are lots of things I haven't told you about, but I've been meaning to tell you that I'm your father. You were born in London fifth teen years ago and I was a merchant. Your mother died when you were eight and you've been sailing with me ever since. As my son I leave to you my ship and a map to my fortune. Find my friend Jack Sparrow, he will help you. Now, please don't be upset with me, I wasn't strong enough to tell you. Also, I know you are wondering why you are so good a swordsman without any training, simply put son, it's in your blood. May the winds ever be in your favor and good sailing, my son.
Your Father
Capt. Henry Morgan

'' Hmmmm", I struggled as I tried to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions raging in my head. So I just met my dad for the first time but now the guy is dead, however he did leave me a whole fortune so I could start off I'm my journey to piracy. "Since I'm the new Captain, I think I shall take a look around my cabin", I sniggered to myself. The Captain was given a full sailor's burial, wrapped in sailcloth and thrown overboard. But the new accommodation had my head swimming. A large four poster bed and the works. Life was gonna be sweet.