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Here is Chapter 2 mates! Lol and someone other than angel post xD no offense angel.
Chapter 2: Answers
Davy and Francis arrived at his house. They sat down at Francis’s table.
“Would you like anything to drink Davy?” Francis asked.
“Rum please,” Davy said instinctually.
“Erm… rum shipments haven’t arrived for over a month now… rumor has it that some pirates attacked the rum carrying vessel.”
Davy looked down, a small smile on his face. It was the Black Swan that had plundered that ship. Davy had a feeling it would come back to haunt him. “Nothing then.”
Francis nodded, then said, “Okay then Davy, I’ll tell you everything that happened since you “died” at sea.
“When word of you, your brother, and your father’s death reached the island, people were shocked. Some suspected that the ship ran into a reef, others thought that it was pirates. However there were those few who thought that it was the mysterious Jolly Roger who caused it. These people were ignored, although there were some who were persistent, and made their voices heard. They made riots, claiming that we would all be destroyed if we didn’t surrender to him, or join him. Eventually, when the riots and protests got worse, the navy had to get involved. Troops from Fort Charles -- Francis beckoned in the direction of the fort -- had to come down and capture the ‘crazed’ citizens. They were then hung at a public hanging. The leader’s last words were ‘We are not as mad as you think!’.
“Ah, and I almost forgot about your mother. When she found out about The Eagle sinking, she was obviously horrified. She went insane, so insane that the authorities thought of locking her away. She ended up staying in your house. She never left. I came to visit her a few weeks after the incident, to find her sitting in her room. Her face was pale. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her hair, normally combed nicely, was a rats nest. I remember her looking at me, just looking at me! Not saying a word! The look in her eyes was indescribable. I left immediately.
“Back to what happened to the island! For around two and a half years, things went relatively back to normal here, but what happened stuck in almost all of our heads. Then things started to become strange. It started when Gideon Grog’s grave was robbed. At first sight, it appeared to be a grave robbery, but the odd thing was, ol’ Gideon was poor, and was buried with nothing. The body was “robbed” although the most mysterious thing was that there were footprints leading away from the grave. None were found going to the grave, but a perfect pair going away from it, and the footprints were no ordinary prints. They looked like prints made by a skeletal foot.
“After that, this started to happen more frequently, until almost half of our graveyard was dug up! Then, one of the most disrupting things happened. In the course of one night, a huge amount of the navy soldiers in Fort Charles were murdered. Of course, they were buried. A few days later, all the graves were empty.
“By this time, almost all the townsfolk were convinced of witchcraft. Then the whole Jolly Roger debate happened again. It got bloody. Townsfolk attacked each other with whatever they had, be it a pitchfork or a blunderbuss.
“Then, about two weeks after the attack on the navy, it happened. We were weak from fighting each other, our ammo was lessened, and out gunpowder supply was quite low. That day, the unspeakable happened. Some people called it Judgment Day, others called it demons coming to take their souls. Skeletons walked out of the forests around the town. We didn’t see it coming, and we were weak. I remember the day… there were citizens running around the island screaming, mothers calling their children’s names. The navy tried to help, but they were already so devastated by their attack two weeks prior, that they were of little help. I remember the weather that day… there was a greenish fog, and lighting and thunder… but no rain. An undead ship was sent into our harbor, which deployed even more skeletons. We were massacred… we were sure that they would kill us all, but then… Tia Dalma, that strange witch that lived in the jungle, came out of Kings Run. She casted some sort of spell, and all the undead suddenly fell down, and were absorbed into the ground. Then she looked up, and we followed her gaze. We saw a larger skeleton, one with different features, wearing a hat, and had some sort of gun on his hand. Jolly Roger. Then, with a voice I shall never forget, he said this:
“‘CITIZENS OF PORT ROYAL!!! YE MAY HAVE BEATEN ME THIS TIME!!! BUT YOUR WITCH CAN’T SAVE YE AGAIN!!! I SHALL BE BACK!!!’
“Then, he disappeared in a cloud of green fog. The fog around us all cleared, and when we looked back, Tia Dalma was gone.
“You are probably wondering why only the east side of town wasn’t repaired. Its because people said they saw skeletons there after the invasion there. Nobody wanted to risk going back. Also, that area had some of the heaviest damage. Some skeletons came out of the jungle in that area with cannons being pulled along by skeletal horses. That caused some damage in the area, and your mother was killed when your house was hit by one. Or so we think… we haven’t seen her since the invasion. Perhaps she is still alive, living in the jungle, but she is probably dead…
“Ever since that invasion, the town has been rebuilt, except the east side, but we are much more watchful of our graveyards, and we have built walls around them, so nobody can escape them. And unless you wish for death, nobody goes into the jungle.”
Francis took a deep breath, then looked at Davy, who was still taking all of this in.
“Ok then Mr. Truehound, I must honor my side of the deal,” Davy said. Then he told him everything that happened, including about the skeleton ships attacking The Eagle.
“So Jolly Roger is coming to power,” Francis said. “Well, we are going to have to fight him. Or die… I don’t like pirates… but I have a soft spot for you, and if a pirate can defeat Jolly Roger, then that’s just as good as a naval officer doing it. I have a feeling that war is coming to the Caribbean…”
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