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Tricks of the room of mirrors

Sorry if its a bit messy, my first story. Its alot about pirates and the world of the posh clashing. Hope you enjoy, please leave a comment xoxo

 dedicated to the lovely @brewaffs who made the cover <3

Prolouge 

It was a nice calm day for the rescue ship to be on the ocean.The cool crisps breeze ran blew against the sails as they started their journey to the Indian Ocean.  They sailed around routinely, like any other day in search of ships in distress. 

"Not a bad gig eye, we get fed, get shelter, get money, and we rarely run into any trouble," Laughed one of the men, Walter to his fellow mate, George. 

"Aye," George agreed, "It's such a nice fine day, I'm quite happy. And my wife promised me a nice big roast when I get home." 

"I always knew I should've married her," Walter muttered under his breath. 

"SHIP IN DISTRESS," yelled the lookout. 

All the men froze. "What are we supposed to do again?" George frowned. 

The captain shoved passed them, almost knocking them off their seats. He pressed his telescope to his eye and scoped out the distraught ship. "Yes," he muttered, "There's been a nasty massacre, pirates most likely." He turned to the rest of the crew, "As part of the sailor's code of conduct we must help them. Turn this ship around!" he started throwing commands, the men scattered like blind mice, running into each other. 

"STOP!" the captain yelled, "Cast Anchor." They were now only a few metres away from the other ship. 

A whole heap of men, hurled the heavy anchor over the side of the ship with great effort. They all began to chatter. 

"SHUT IT!" the captain yelled. His first mate, Daniel walked by his side. "Something's not right about this ship," Daniel muttered. 

The captain ignored him and attached the plank to the other ship. He signalled for all the other men to climb across. All the gunmen went first, the 3 doctors followed, the captain, and then the other men. Only five stayed back to guard the supplies. 

Something felt odd to Walter about the scene before them. Whole bodies were scattered before them, covered in what they assumed to be blood. But it didn't look like blood; it looked thicker and a little bright. But they smelt dead? What was going on? 

"Sir," Daniel sniffed the air, "Do you smell- paint!" 

They all took in a deep breath to find they agreed with Daniel. 

George looked carefully around the ship, his sense of hearing suddenly heightened, to every single footstep. Then he noticed a movement, on the roof of the overhead cabin. It was a man whose blonde hair shone in the sun as he revealed himself. 

"Captain," he said shakily, "There's someone up there." 

At that moment, all the presumably dead bodies jumped up, all armed with guns and swords. 

"Ah, Zombies!" 

"ZOMBIE PIRATES!" 

"They were never dead, IDIOT!" the captain snapped. 

The man on the roof jumped down and landed in front of the Captain, a loaded rifle in his hand. 

"Get them," he smirked. The two groups collided with a bang, swords met, bullets flew, and cries filled the morning air. The remaining five members on the ship ran over to assist them. 

"Who's guarding the ship?" The captain yelled. 

"Guarding the ship?" They replied. No one was. Then a bullet hit the confused man in the face, knocking him back off his feet with a blood covered hole in his forhead.