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Alright mates, here be the final chapter of the thread. I hope ye enjoy it!
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The Darkskull crew managed to reach the Samballeos islands within the first few days of July, after virtually smooth sailing, and no contact with enemy ships. These waters were very remote, which provided a safe-haven for many pirates, often cooling themselves on the small archipelagos for weeks at a time.
There islands themselves were really just small sand bars, each having their own forms of wild vegetation, only sparsely. The largest was perhaps three and a half kilometers long and two hundred meters wide. The distance between the different atolls was astoundingly small, as though one could swim from one to another with barely any effort. The clear, blue waters reflected off of the sky of the same stature, not a spec of a cloud in vision. Paradise in a world of conflict, it was.
The crew was welcomed aboard the larger of the landmasses very warmingly by Leanne's crew, who had unloaded their cargo and created a small encampment, equipped with various tents for shelter, a table for eating, and even a small bonfire in the middle, small enough to prevent the smoke from catching the eye of enemy ships, but large enough to provide some form of a homely atmosphere.
The crews spent their days wandering about the island, trading various possessions they all had collected, catching and cooking crabs for dinner, taking a swim in the warm waters, and even practiced their sword fighting skills with makeshift cutlasses and sabers’, cut in to shape out of a few trees that laid fallen on the island. When night fell upon them, they would all gather about the bonfire and sing, dance, drink, and relax with their brothers and sisters of the same ideal and truths. Even Delmaria, the often calmed and stoic captain, partook in the wild atmosphere. However, one night, Leanne and Delmaria both wandered off around the island, slipping away secretly from their own crews.
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July 3rd, 1724
The Samballeos islands
1:22 AM
The two pirates, side by side, walked through the small forestation of the island silently, admiring the beautiful landscape that swirled around them. The waves quietly curled themselves on to the beach, then retreating back to its mother ocean, longing to be cradled in her arms as they gazed at the hundreds of stars that twinkled about them.
They came to a small opening in the limited amount of trees, and took a seat, side by side, facing so that they peered in between two medium-sized palm trees, and a small bush, to the easy, glistening sea.
“I appreciate you for coming and joining us, Delm- Del.” Leanne stammered cautiously, not hoping to spoil the mood.
“It was my pleasure. Being here reminds of the time when I was younger, when I would watch my father’s ‘merchant ship’ pull out of port.” Delmaria sighed softly after he wrapped the quotation marks around “merchant ship” with his hands.
“Your father was a great man, Del. One of the finest sailors Britain may have ever known.” She tried to wrap an arm around the pirate, but she held back, wondering what the appropriate measure would have been.
He chuckled in the cloak he covered his sadness with. “If only he could have been as good of a father as he was a husband to the waters.” The statement brought a long, contemplating silence with it. Leanne looked in opposite of Delmaria, towards the rough direction of Northeast.
Finally, she mustered enough courage to make her move, and placed a light hand on Delmaria’s knee cap. For the first time of the evening he raised his head to face Leanne. She shivered on the inside as she stared in to his soft, depressed, dark brown eyes. The pupil was surrounded by a light red hue, indicating he hadn’t been sleeping for at least a few good days.
“Del, come with my crew and I back to Europe. It’s too dangerous for you to sail around these waters anymore, with the reputation you’ve given yourself.”
“Ah, yes. It would be nice to return to my home states… but I cannot. What I ask of you, is to stay with me, in the Caribbean.” Del reversed her offer, with the kind of look in his eyes that made you want to say yes even if you didn’t want to. Like the soft, pleading look in a beggar’s eyes when he asks for a morsel of bread.
“Oh, no. I couldn’t, De-“
He persisted. “But look at what we stand in, Leanne!” He circled his hands outward, representing the entirety of the Caribbean. “We live in a world of our own kind! The last stronghold against the ideals of the slave masters they call kings and nobles!” She seemed doubtful still, so he took hold on both her hands in his. “Come with me, Leanne. Think of what we could do, together! We’re unlimited, my friend!”
Despite his attempts, she nodded her head no. She stood herself up, and stepped back a few feet. Se rose her head up high, and looked at him with the bottom of her eyes. “I hope your happy, Mr. Darkskull, now that you’ve chosen this path.”
He also stood up, and looked back, an apologetic look in his eyes. “I refuse to allow these waters be taken from me. My crew and I will be departing for Port Royal at dawn.” He stepped forward slowly, and picked up her left hand in his right, drawing them closer together. “I wish the best of luck, my dear friend.”, and laid a small kiss on her cheek. They froze in the moment, two blue diamonds on a green field.
He slowly withdrew himself, both of them walking backwards, as they let their hands slip from the lock that bound them together. They gave each other a final glance, and Delmaria turned himself back towards the party that raged on the beach. Once again, a single blue diamond on a green field.
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And so, they chronicles ends. But do not fret! The first chapter of the next thread is under way! This was all just a chain of events that acted as a bridge - now, your gonna be thrown in to the bigger plot. Thanks for reading!
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