When the sun sets on me...

[The Commodore]

This is a tale of joy and sorrow, of pain and happiness. But most importantly, this is a tale of what one person can do if they have a cause...


The man walked into the King's Arm, his jacket wrapped to keep him warm from the cold pressing rain outside. The bartender sized him up and spoke. "Can I get ya a drink there mate?" The man nodded, and the house drink, rum, was placed at his spot on the bar. "That'll be 5 pieces of gold there mate," said the bartender. The 5 pieces seemed to appear from nowhere, but the barman slid them to his side with practiced ease. The man stood up, walking over to a guy playing poker. "Excuse me, but do you know what the Navy plans to do when they attack Tortuga?" They both pulled pistols on each other. "Now, how would a burnt out drunk like ye have any clue as to my allegiances." The wide brimmed hat the man had been wearing to shield his face from the rain fell off. "Cause I used to be in the navy you worthless barnacle." A pistol fired, a body fell, but Commodore Ezekiel Leyland, better known as Zeke was still standing. "What's everyone looking at," he said. "His fault he didn't have a better cover."

Part II to be added later. What do y'all think?