A Pirate Prince's New Leaf

Mutiny

There sat Don Karnage, on his throne like seat in the Iron Vulture's bridge. His second mate Will, steering his feared flag ship as the captain wrote in his diary. "Dear diary..." The wolf started off, dipping his pen inside an inkwell that sat upon the chair's right armrest. "Today was another successful day of plundering..." He continued to write, to absorbed in his writing that he didn't notice Gibber had entered the bridge.

The whispering pirate had dismissed Will, taking control of the steering wheel. "But, no plunder will never be as plunderful as the day I finally plunder Cape Suzette..." He said to himself with great passion, not even close to giving up on the goal. No matter how many times they shout at him, A.k.a shoot at him. He turned the page, revealing a rookie drawing. The picture consisting of what seemed to be Don Karnage's fabulous self, his mechanic Ratchet, and his traitorous ex protege.

He looked at the childish drawing with fondness, a sea of memories flooding back to him from just staring at it. He remembered how he took the orphan bear cub in, raising him as his own son. He treated him better than the rest of the crew, which in turn made the crew envy the boy. Karnage would often have Ratchet look after the boy, causing the captain to loosen up on him. The two would often hangout in the mechanic's workshop, doing workshop things. The three of them were like a small little family. That was until the boy stabbed Karnage in the back, ruining his bestest of the best schemes to plunder Cape Suzette. The captain's crew celebrated about the boy's betrayal while the wolf sulked.

The pirate then became angry, tearing the page out. Crumpling it in his hand and tossing it behind his chair. Instead of staying on the cold floor where it belonged, It came right back to him. In the form of Dumptruck, tapping his shoulder and holding it out to him. "Um, you dropped this Captain." Karnage glanced at his underling, wanting to backhand him for even bringing it back to him, but he resisted the temptation. Instead, he took the paper and glared at it.

He could just throw it away again, but who's to say it won't come back to him in someway. So the wolf opened up the crumpled piece of paper and flattened it out before folding it and tucking it away inside the deep pages of his diary. The pirate then closed the book, thinking he's written enough for one day and put it away inside his coat's inner pocket.

The captain got on his feet, looking out of the bridge's window. He finally took notice of Gibber at the wheel, but he didn't care. As long as someone is keeping them from crashing. "Strange..." He came up close to the glass, taking a closer look at the strange weather. "There shouldn't be any rain clouds to pirate island."

While Karnage wasn't paying attention, Gibber went to whisper in Dumptruck's ear. Then, there was serval flashes of lighting before a loud boom, causing the air ship to shake and the lights to flicker. The wolf struggled to keep his balance, trying to stay up until the ship stabilized. Once it did, Karnage pulled out his compass and scratched his head out of confusion. Looking at the direction teller, the arrow was pointing Southeast instead of North. "Gibber! You bumbling idiot, we're-." When the captain had turned around to yell and possibly backhand the whisper, his voice had died in his throat when he saw Dumptruck towering over him.

Karnage tried to walk around the larger pirate, Dumptruck would sidestep in front of him. "Out of the way Dumptruck!" He didn't respond, the sound of the bridge door closing echoed throughout the room. When the captain looked, he saw Maddog sealing the door tight. "What is this, what are you doing?" He stepped back.

"Duh... Two words. Mutiny." The muscle head said, as Gibber and Maddog started approaching their now corned captain. Hearing the word "mutiny" made the captain angrier than he already was.

"Mutiny! You dare go against your generous Captain, Don Karnage! Me!" He growled, reaching for his sheathed sword. "You should be grateful. I've kept you off the street! Your stupid brains are nothing without my brilliance!" His back was against the glass, his blade ready to be drawn as they came closer.