The Trinity Guild: Sunken Legends

Chapter Three - The Bloody Boatswain

|| Words/Phrases you may not know - Boatswain - A crew member who is responsible for maintaining the ships condition.

Blow me down - "Holy crap!"

Buccaneer - Pirate 

Splice the mainbrace - Get someone a drink quick

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I wanted nothing more than to be wrapped up in my plush cotton blankets, reminding myself to wake up early to work with my father. All I wanted was to reawaken from the wet tongue of Francis and welcome him into my bed, rubbing his scruffy belly until my father barged into my room and hurried me up. Instead I was stuck staring at the open sea from the Captain's Cabin of a pirate's ship.

Salvatore strode through the wide open doors and into the beaming, white sunlight; the ocean breeze swaying his choppy golden strands. I hesitantly followed, carefully keeping my distance. My words were wedged in my throat - every time I attempted at speaking, nothing managed to come out. I couldn't help it.. I was utterly speechless at the sight.

The ship was something beyond my knowledge. I've seen plenty of ships through out my life, all with beautiful white sails and a proud British flag blowing with pride and confidence. This was something so different. Almost like an uncovered master piece. The dark deck stretched out forward so far, it looked like it skimmed across the horizon. Men of all shapes and sizes, shoes and no shoes, scurried back and forth, yelling out orders that made no sense what so ever. I shifted my gaze up to the sky, taking a few steps back to get a better look. The sails were crimson red, towering toward the sun with such strength and sturdiness. Along each mast laid a crows nest with men leaning against rope, staring out into the sea with spyglasses. Thick knotted rope dangled from here and there with men climbing up and down, and at the very top sat a black flag inscripted with two clashing swords with a human skull in the middle.

The sign of death. The sign of danger. The sign of piracy.

"Welcome to The Black Beryl, las" Salvatore placed either hand on his sides; his dark blue eyes following after each man who passed.

"I've never seen a, um, pirate ship before," I muttered, rubbing my hand against my wounded side.

"The era of piracy is just beginning," Salvatore's lips curved into a proud grin.

"Most men wouldn't think to defy the monarchs."

"We are not most men" broadening his dark grin, he gestured out to his working crew. "We fight the enemies who defy us."

"We make our legends known" another voice slurred. It was a new man. His hair was a chestnut brown that rested greasily along his neck. He was just as broad and tall as Salvatore, only he held a series of ink marks on his skin. His trousers were ripped and his vest was worn, but he possessed such a bright grin that I thought I was going blind.

"Meet my Boatswain. Edward. A life of freedom is a good life" Salvatore patted his palm against  Edwards shoulder, chuckling quietly. "And you, Ava.. You seem like the type of women who yearns for a bit of adventure, ay?"

He wasn't necessarily wrong. "What makes you think that?"

"The trousers gave it away," Salvatore amusingly nodded his head at my clothing. It was so rare for a woman to be seen in public with nothing but a pair of beat up trousers. Even peasants who scampered along the roads like dogs wore proper skirt attire. "Along with your quick wit and swordsmanship, that is."