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Chapter 3-Colors
As Admiral Ironhawk's mini-fleet sailed towards Port Royal, Christopher gave Charlotte sailing lessons. As it turns out, she is a natural sailor. Ironhawk was amazed by how fast she picked up the skill of sailing. For the remainder if the trip, Chris acted as the deckhand. Although she was older than him, he had really taken her under his wing. Chris made a mental note that she was a definite possible captain.
The crew had no problem porting at the secret pirate dock in the back cove of the island. The Admiral walked on to the new War Sloop.
"William Goldwalker!" Ironhawk shouted. "Front and center!"
"Yes sir?"
"You have been my friend since before I can remember, Mr. Goldwalker." Ironhawk said. "Before today, you were my First Mate; you were my helmsman for the
Executioner. Today, a new door has opened up for you. After we commandeered the Navy War Sloop, we would need a captain for it. Mr. Goldwalker, would you accept the position of ‘Captain?”
“I would gladly take said position!” William said happily.
“Fantastic!” exclaimed Admiral Ironhawk, placing a diamond into William’s hand. “Take this into town and sell it. Then, I would like to you pick out some nice sails for her. Oh, and, be thinking of a name for her, aye?”
Captain Goldwalker nodded and ran off of the ship, up the hill, and out of the secret cove. The other three retired to their cabins for some much needed and deserved rest. As Christopher sat in his cabin, wandering through his odds and ends in the cabinet directly opposite to his squeaky bed. He came accross a small notebook which he had not seen before. He opened it, and read:
Christopher,
If you are reading this, then you have become comfortable enough with your ship and its procedures that you have found time to relax. Congratualtions. Relaxing, especialy without rum, is very hard to do as a captain. I started off as a pirate almost the same way that you did, and I would like to share that with you:
My parents were executed by the Royal Navy about forty years back, when I was seven. It was horrible. I wanted to look away, but those devils made me watch. They were stabbed, and tortured, and bruised, branded and stripped; stripped of all confidence as people. Then, they were executed. They Navy didn’t even bother to bury them they were bunrt right there, on the spot. When I was about your age, I came accross an old, wise pirate, named Lyze of Keil. He took me under his wing. Me, a teenage boy, whose life was ruined by the redcoats. Hw showed me what it was meant to be free. I spent years like that, sailing under Admiral Keil. He eventually gave me my own ship, to do what I wanted with.
Christopher, I do not know your destiny. You
do not know your destiny. But I know that I met you for a reason. In this cabinet, you will also find a compass. Handed down through generations, this compass will get you where you need to go.
There is a voodoo priestess who lives deep in the swamps of an island far, far away from here. I have spoken with her. She watches you. She knows that you have had great turmoil in your life. She sees great potential for the dark arts in you. Go see her. She is waiting for you.
~Captain Kim Vo
Christopher read and reread that last paragraph.
How am I supposed to go see her if I don’t know where to find her?” He reached back into the cabinet to find the compass that was mentioned in the book. He pulled the small brown box and studied it closely. The intricute dedigns looked years ahead of its time. He opened it up and studied the needle closely. It wasn’t facing north! Chris looked back at book.
This compass will get you where you need to go.
Just then, Ironhawk heard footsteps above deck. He slipped the compass and the leather book into his pocket and climbed the narrow flight of stairs to the deck. Goldwalker was waiting for him at the top of the stairs. “Hi Will. Did you find everything alright?”
“Boy, did I ever! I found a brand new set of sails! Also, I found a flag designer in town. I asked him what his price was, and he said that they are 5 gold pieces each!” William said excitedly. “This is a great opportunity to buy our colors.”
Christopher thought about this for a minute, then said, “What the heck! We need to start building a name for ourselves here! We’ll leave Guy here.” Chris exclaimed. “Have you thought about a name for your new ship yet?”
“Actually, I have. Back in Cuba, I always walked past this one wood shop in town. In the wall of that shop was a two-word phrase. ‘Black Cobra.’ That is what I am choosing to name the War Sloop in your fleet.”
“Then it shall be!” Christopher exclaimed. “Charlotte! Get ready! We are going into town!”
Charlotte emerged from her quarters, ready to rumble. “Let’s do this!”
At the flag shop, Christopher saw a hot pink canvas buried deep in the stack of flag making materials. Immediatly, he said, “I want that as the backing.”
“Ya like pink, ay?” said the shopkeeper. “I would be happy to help you design a flag.”
“Let’s cut the chitter chatter.” Christopher snapped. “I want it to be bright pink. I have a very colorful sense of style, and I want my masterwork cutlass, a voodoo staff, and a voodoo doll on it. I want ten of them. I will give you fifty gold for each one if they are ready by high noon tomorrow.”
With this, Christopher walked out of the store without a glance backwards. They all got back to the ship and turned in for the night. Christopher was not tired; however, he somehow managed to doze off.
”I love you Christopher. You are destined for great things, I know it." The images of the horrific events that happened only three days before came back. The dripping blood. The blood-curdling shrieks of the Navy’s victims. It all came back. Christopher’s mother screamed.
At this, Christopher woke up. He was drenched in a cold sweat. He grabbed the small book that was left for him by Captain Vo and a quill pen. In it, he wrote:
Day 3
Mother, it has been very rough without you. The images of the soldiers hurting you has pushed me closer and closer to my breaking point. Please, wherever you are, help me. What would YOU do in a time like this? I have great responsibilities now. I need your help.
As Christopher wrote that last word, a tear drop landed on the page. He was crying. Christopher couldn’t find the will power to stop it, so he allowed it to keep going. He lay back down in bed, gasping for breath. With tears running down his face, and his breathing at an uncontrollable level, he sobbed. He couldn’t help it. Within two minutes, he had cryed himself to sleep. The horrible memory flashed back into his mind.
I love you Christopher. You are destined for great things, I know it.
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Awwww... What a softy, Chris is. I think that the "
I love you Christopher. You are destined for great things, I know it." is going to haunt me in my dreams. I can hear her in my head, saying that. It is actually quite freaky.
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