Chapter 1: A Pirate
There lived a pirate who went by the name of John Wildcutter, or just John for short. He was raised in Padres del Fuego by his British parents, Larry Wildcutter and Marie Wildcutter as an only child. Throughout his teenage years, his father was persecuted several times by the Royal Navy yet they never found proof to arrest him. A week before his twentieth birthday the EITC stormed his house, attempting to arrest his parents for aiding pirates. He and his parents managed to escape the house and sneak away on his father's sloop. With he and his family on the run, they had no choice but to turn to piracy.
This story tells of twelve years after the event when John has found and become one of the Ravens crew, under the command of the notorious Raven Trueheart. They had battled the forces of the EITC, the Navy, and the Undead armies for very long. Now John is serving onboard Raven's ship.
"One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten. Ten gold coins will buy me nothing but a few drops of rum." John said, sitting on his hammock, flipping his share of the plunder.
"I got fifty gold coins. It's not that bad." said his friend Anne. Her name was so hard to pronounce, so everyone just called her Anne.
John went up to the deck to see the crew shuffling onboard, carrying chests and crates back and forth across the ship as they sailed around the northern Caribbean. The crew had just been plundering merchant ship after merchant ship, and the ship was loaded with goods.
"Attention! We shall be docking at Cuba tonight to empty the cargo!" The captain, Raven Trueheart said standing at the helm.
The crew rejoiced at finally docking after nearly a year at sea. An officer on board named Matthew Sailswine flipped a coin before directing pirates to send treasure chests down to the lower decks. The ship rocked back and forth as Cuba came into sight.
They docked at a small town on the south side of Cuba, unloaded the cargo, sold it, then the whole crew went to a tavern. Sitting at a poker table were John and his friends Matthew Sailswine, Anne, Shorty (Everyone just called her because she had a name hard to pronounce like Anne's) and Shadow Night (He refused to say his real name.)
"Hey you cheated!" Shadow Night said, pointing at Shorty.
"No I didn't, I..... Never mind, you win." Shorty said, hesitating and falling back in her chair, sound asleep.
The crew nearly fell asleep in the tavern as they had been working nearly all week with the cargo they had plundered from the merchants. John soon drifted to sleep as well, dropping his rum bottle on the ground, smashing it, and sending rum splattering across the floor.
He dreamed he was tied in chains, and skeletons were surrounding him. They got closer and closer. They unsheathed their swords as they got closer to him. In the distance he heard a terrifying laugh, and the skeletons lunged at him. Suddenly he woke up, yelling, and turned around to see Anne waking him up.
"Time to leave." Anne said, and he looked around to see that he was the only one inside the tavern, as the rest of the crew had already gotten on the ship.
How embarassing, he thought. Quickly, get got up and ran to the docks, which took him a total of fifteen minutes. The sun was just coming up.
The crew laughed as he got on the ship last, and to his surprise, Anne was already on the ship. They sailed away from Cuba, which went out of sight very fast due to the thick fog. Today the crew had been given a resting day as they had worked very hard the day before. The ship would sail into safe waters until the next day. But yet again, there was a story to be told.
(Sorry guys, the next few chapters will be a bit longer.)