[Dark_Pixie]

Island Of Mist

My island, far to the south of Padres Del Fuego, is called the Island Of Mist, partly because of its owner, Misty, and partly because it is so mysterious. You can't see this island without docking on it, for it is shrouded in a curtain of fog. All you see is mist, and many a pirate is turned off from it because of its creepy air and dark nature.

The island itself is actually quite spectacular. It is nothing like what you see when you sail up to it. But that is the beauty of camouflage. The first thing I see when I dock at the island after a long day's pirating, is a beautiful lush beach that stretches right round the island. The sand is a wonderful golden colour, and when the sun hits it, that's the most magnificent part of all. I would sometimes take walks around the cliffs to see how my island is faring, and there is often something fascinating I find that I had no idea was there. When the sun goes down, the beach is still lovely. In front of the dock and across the beach, there is a stone path between the trees that I use to cool my bare feet off after getting burned by the hot sand. After walking up the path and seeing the radiant views for approximately one minute, there is a fork in the road. There are no signposts, so you have to guess where you're going. But I know the way. To the right, after walking a bit, is a small but beautiful blue lagoon, surrounded by trees so I don't get hot in the Caribbean sun, or blown about by the harsh winds that are so frequent here. It is suitable for swimming, and when you jump in it's never too cold. Sometimes, if I dive under, I find amazing treasures. Of course, if I decided swimming wasn't to my taste today, I'd lie down on my hammock, between two palm trees. The water stays in one place, and the grass only gets wet if it's splashed when I jump in. This makes the grass a luxurious place to lie down, if the hammock had been soiled by a rude bird or I just wanted to get on the ground.

On the left of the fork in the road, there is a tavern that serves just about anything I like, ranging from rum to the rare Thrall Drink (it's actually rather refreshing. You can make it from the insides of a thrall. The upper insides, though! The lower insides are toxic.). I'm good mates with the bartender, I pillaged his town myself! There are three round tables in my rather small tavern. One table for drinking (a little too much) and boasting about your piratey adventures, another for Tortuga hold 'em poker, and another table for good old blackjack. The tavern is restricted to just me and my friends. That means pirates only. We're all friends when sitting down for a pint. Strictly no EITC or Navy! My bartender has a special... concoction... for them.

My house is hidden away from passers-by. At the fork in the road, all you have to do is go straight forward, off the path. You'll be surprised at how many people don't notice that there are steps up the hill ahead. They're concealed by the long grass. The steps go quite high, but we're pirates with strong muscles! Pirates should get up with no problem. The steps are deliberately high so the weaker EITC and Navy can't get up without falling back down again. The result of bad training! Up the hill, there is absolutely nothing. Or is there? If you walk forward into the centre, there is a well concealed trapdoor under grass and fallen leaves. All I have to do is open it and climb down the short ladder. Finally, when I am underground (there are rafters holding the cavern up, and it will never collapse because the rafters are tended to so regularly), there is my house. The reason it is underground is for two reasons. First, I don't want trespassers. And second, I can make it any shape I like without worrying if it'll blow down. My house is made of mostly wood. It's not big, and it isn't small. It's perfect to suit my everyday needs. There are windows, but I created something in front of them so I'm not just looking at dirt. On the front door there is a picture of a skull and crossbones, painted with something you really don't want to know, to scare intruders if they get this far. Anyone with sense will run away. Inside, there are only three rooms. A lounge, a bedroom, and a showroom. My lounge is a place only for relaxing, if it's too cold to be outside at my lagoon. I have studded red fabric armchairs in the middle of the room, and hanging on the wall are pictures that I painted myself. They aren't the best, but they make me smile when I look at them, and that's what matters most. They're all of me, holding treasure. The floors are made of scratched up wood, but I laid some rugs over the shabby flooring to make it look better (and to save myself from getting splinters!). But my favourite part about this room is the anchor mounted on the wall. It is the anchor of the Goliath. I mounted it the day after I recovered the Black Pearl.

My bedroom is pretty luxurious, if I do say so myself. It has a wooden bed with many blankets on it, because it is rather cold underground at night. But still, I manage, because I'm a tough pirate. The mattress is a sheet stuffed with me money. I need to be sure that it's safe. There are carpets completely covering the wooden floor, because I believe that decor must be everywhere, even on the floor. I have a giant wardrobe covering a whole wall, that my bartender created. He's a bit of a carpenter, so I have him do my woodwork for me. Inside the wardrobe, I keep many corsets, some hats and some trousers. It's mostly filled with worn out pairs of boots. I've gone through so many, and keep them to show others how much pirating I've done. Also, the boots are useful hiding spots, for voodoo items that I don't want anyone knowing about. When the wardrobe is open, the main colour of my outfits is obviously purple. Inside this room I also have my desk. I use it to write letters to people I don't like. Under my bed, I keep my old chest (unfortunately, the metal is rusted) of things I have close to my heart. Piratey things, however! The skull of an enemy, a pendant I nicked from Tia Dalma, a letter of threat from the Navy (haven't had that much entertainment in years) and finally, a pair of pants. Lord Beckett's pants!

The last room is my showroom. A room made purely for showing off. It has all of my possessions in there that are worth looking at. And all of my possessions are worth looking at. The room is lined with wooden shelves (that my dear old friend the bartender made for me - I never learned his name) with things on them mainly made of gold, that I plundered off a fleet or discovered at a fort. A rich pirate is a happy pirate, and I am a VERY happy pirate. The rest of the room has very simple decoration, because I don't want to draw attention to anything other than my collection. Sadly, everything I own is amazing, so unfortunately the decoration isn't that simple...

When I exit the house, climb back up the ladder and emerge at the top of the hill again, I usually can't be bothered with going back down the steps again. So I slide down the planks of wood that I polished to perfection (I can never get round to polishing the wood in my house)! An island is not an island without a slide!

The views from the Island Of Mist are breathtaking. The sea is a beautiful shade of blue, and in the distance you may see the amazing vessel of a rich pirate mate (that I am plotting to steal). The trees are very climbable, and if you climb them, you'll always see something beautiful, unless you've climbed a tree stump. It's truly a wonderful place. Unfortunately, I am a pirate, and I don't really believe in all that beauty stuff. Unless it's made of gold!