The Tale of Davy Fireskull

[Tiberius Fireskull]

Well, I was bored today, so I decided that I would write a story, about my pirate, Davy Fireskull. It is currently untitled, but for now I will call it The Tale of Davy Fireskull. I have only written the prologue so far, but I will write more, and I will post when I finish a significant piece.

Enjoy!


Prologue

On the island of Port Royal, there lived a wealthy family of merchants. The merchants were well known and respected throughout the island, even by the island’s governor, Governor Swann. They were a kind, and generous family. If they ever saw a beggar on the streets, they would help him, or when they saw sailors who’s cargo had been plundered by the Caribbean’s pirates, they would make sure that they would not go home with nothing to feed their families with.

One day, fate granted this family with a gift, a baby boy. The boy was named David, after the father’s father. How they loved him! They would always make sure that he was happy, and what was not to be happy about? He had the nicest toys, the best food, and the love of all the townsfolk. When David was three, another child was born into this family. He was named William, after a good friend of the family’s.

When David was only seven, his father took him to the shipyards. This sparked David’s love of the sea, and the people who sailed it. After that, David would, by himself, go to the shipyards, and talk to some of the sailors, and hear their tales of the open ocean. He adored hearing their yarns, and always wanted to learn more. The seamen liked him, and thought that he would be a sailor when he grew up.

Seeing as David loved the sea so much, his father, Henry, decided that he would take David and William on a sail to the island of Padres Del Fuego on a business trip. However, rumors of dark forces in the Caribbean were starting to get more common, especially after ships from Padres stopped arriving. Many people believed that Padres Del Fuego may have been attacked by the undead army of Jolly Roger.

Little was known about the infamous Jolly Roger. Most respectable people believed he was just something that drunken sailors spat on about when they saw strange things. It is said that he used to be a powerful pirate. Fate lead him to killing a witchdoctor, who in his dying breath, cursed him to walk the land as a skeleton. He soon discovered that he was able to bring the dead back to life in this new form of his, and he could manipulate them to do his bidding. Rumor had it that he raised an entire army of undead humans, as well as formerly sunken ships.

Henry didn’t believe in such rumors. He set sail to Padres Del Fuego on his mighty vessel, The Eagle, with two naval frigates to escort his ship for the two week long voyage. Eight days into the trip, bad weather struck them. It wasn’t horrible at first. Just a small amount of rain, and lots of fog, reducing visibility range greatly.

The next day, the weather got worse, and a thunderstorm rolled in. Henry didn’t care, The Eagle had been through worse storms. “She has gone through hurricanes strong enough to send the biggest ships to the depths! She can survive this drizzle!!!” He proclaimed. However, soon it became clear that this was no ordinary storm. Some of the sailors started claiming that they were seeing ships with torn sails, and rotted hulls, sailing through the storm with lightning and green fog all around them. Henry didn’t listen, calling them drunken animals, and then locking them in the brig. They said that they weren’t insane, and that they saw it with their own eyes, or in the case of One Eyed Will, eye.

On the third day after the storm struck, Henry was proven wrong. As he was looking out his ship’s window, he saw a concentration of thunder and lightning, and the mysterious green fog that the sailors had reported. As he got on the deck to take a better look in the pouring rain, he noticed three other areas like this. As he watched in awe, David came up to look.
“
Father, what’s that?” He asked in fear.

“N-nothing David, go back down, your going to get your nice coat wet.”

But David stood there in awe, watching the mysterious green fog as more of the crew came up. There was mumbling from the crew about bad fortune, and that the sea was mad at them for something, and that it was time for them to pay. All of the sudden, out of each of the fog clouds, a ship emerged. The ships were large, with rotted hulls and tattered sails. Each had twelve guns on each side, which slowly emerged from their slots in the hull of the ship. They all started towards The Eagle.

Sailors cried out in fear, and ran to the edges of the ship to get a better look. Some prayed, thinking that these were demons coming to make them pay for their sins. Others ran down under the deck, but Henry stood there, terrified.
Dear God, they were right! He thought.

The mysterious ships all surrounded The Eagle: One in the front, one at each side, and one in the rear. Each fired a broadside of a bright, ghostly cannonballs that tore through the hull of the ship. The mysterious ships got lucky, and hit a stash of gunpowder in The Eagle. The Eagle exploded, sending planks of wood flying everywhere. Then it started to sink. Sailors cried out in terror, and jumped off the ship in their fear. Henry looked around in fear, trying to find David and William. He cried out their names, tears in his eyes. Finally he spotted them, both of them sobbing in terror.

“Father, what’s happening?” William asked through choked sobs.

“What are we going to do?” David yelled.
“
Just follow me!” Henry cried, tears in his eyes. He lead them across the sinking vessel to the life rafts. There were two left, each with room for one. He placed William in one of them, telling him that he loved him, and giving him a kiss on his forehead. Then at the other lifeboat, he spotted his servant, Sven Johnson, in one of the life boats.

“Master!” Sven cried, “Please, get in this boat, and take your son with you! Better I die than you!”

“No!” Henry said through the howling wind and the screams of sailors, “I want you take David with you, I will stay. Just promise to take care of David for me, as my last request.”

“Master I…”

“Mr. Johnson! Please!”

“… yes master… I swear, I will make sure no harm comes to David.”

“Father! Wait!” David cried.

“I’m so sorry David, I love you so much, and I want you to know how proud I am to be your father. Now, go!”

The lines on the lifeboats were cut, sending David and William’s lifeboats down into the water, each drifting away from each other’s.

“No!!!!” David screamed, watching his brother’s lifeboat drift father from his. David looked back at The Eagle, and saw his father’s face. He was looking directly at him, with tears in his eyes. Then, the last of the ship’s gunpowder exploded, blowing the ship to pieces, and sending it down to the depths, with Henry on it.


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The storm had ended a few hours after The Eagle sank. It all felt like a dream to David. He kept telling himself it was just a dream, and that he would wake up soon, back on Port Royal, with his family, but deep down he knew that his father was dead, and he may never see William again.

After another few hours of drifting, a ship came into view. The 4 sailors on the lifeboat, plus Sven and David cried out to it, and soon it came to them. As they were dragged on board, David noticed a lowered flag. It was black, with a skull and two crossed swords beneath it.

Pirates. David was once again afraid, and started to sob once again.

“What have we ‘ere? Some shipwrecked sailors eh? Hehe, and a little boy,” said one of the pirates, grabbing at David. David didn’t move, his eyes wide in fear.

“Dan! Quit bothering the boy! Can’t ye see how scared he is! Go down under the deck or I’ll cut out yer tongue!” said a figure walking out of a door. “My apologies mates, he can be a bad one. James Hawk, at yer service, I am the captain of the Black Swan, the ship ye have the pleasure of sailing on now. Now, what happened to ye to make ye stuck at sea?”

Sven told him what happened, from the start of the voyage to abandoning The Eagle. Captain Hawk was quite polite for a pirate. He may steal and kill for a living, but he seemed to be sympathetic, and when Sven finished his story, he said, “Alright then, ye all seem to have some experience sailing, and I be needin’ a few new crewmates because of a nasty accident we had with some gunpowder the other day, what do ye say to joining my crew?”

The survivors of the shipwreck were not sure. He was a pirate, and pirates are wanted thieves. Most of them wanted to just get back home. But then Sven remembered his oath to Henry. I will make sure no harm comes to David.

Sven stood up and, with his head held high, said: “We accept your offer, Captain Hawk.”

Captain Hawk grinned, showing off his yellowed teeth. “Well then, welcome to the crew!”

And so began the adventure that would change David‘s (or Davy, as the crew soon started to call him) life, forever.

[angel 4ever]

wow awesome mate great story!

[Tiberius Fireskull]

Originally Posted by angel 4ever

wow awesome mate great story!

This is only the prologue!

[Tiberius Fireskull]

Alright! Here is Chapter One of my story!

Chapter 1: Ruins of a Former Life


Davy Fireskull stared at the island that the Black Swan was headed to. Since his arrival on the pirates ship, he had bonded with the crew, the captain, the ship, and the sea. At this point, it felt like he had always been on this ship. He rarely thought of the attack on The Eagle 10 years ago. It was all behind him now. He had a new life as a pirate, and a new name. (He became known as “Fireskull” after drinking a potion that the crew’s gypsy had whipped up one day, lighting his head on fire.)

However, this island was bringing back memories to Davy; memories of when he was just a boy, of his parents, and of his brother, William. The island that the Black Swan was headed to was Port Royal. He hadn’t seen the island since he was a child. He was both eager and nervous to return to the island of his childhood. Captain Hawk’s plan was to enter the island flying navy flags that they had stolen from a navy ship, then they could sell their stolen cargo, get the updates on everything going on in the Caribbean, buy some rum (actually, a lot of rum. Davy was the biggest rum lover of the crew).

For now, Davy was wondering if he would find his mother here, who remained on the island when The Eagle was sunken. Or maybe William would have found his way back here. They were desperate hopes, but he was still hopeful.
“Davy! Get down from there! We need ye to help prepare our cargo for unloading tomorrow!”
Davy peered down from the crows nest to see his good friend Gill standing at the bottom of the mast. Gill was 30 years old, give or take. Most pirates don’t know their exact ages. He was muscular, one of the strongest men in the Black Swan’s crew. Whenever they boarded a ship, he would be the one leading the broadswords in the beginning of the raid. However, as strong and fearless as he may have been, he was also a kind fellow. He was almost a second father to Davy. As soon as Davy arrived on the ship, he made sure that he was never harassed by the others. Davy loved him, and Gill loved him back.

“Comin’ Gill! Just wanted to get a glimpse of Port Royal… I haven’t been there since I was a boy ye know,” said Davy, climbing down from the mast.

“Yer eighteen years old Davy, ye still are are a boy!” laughed Gill

Davy chuckled to himself, and went under the deck to prepare the cargo for unloading.

~~~~~~~~~~


All was done. The ship was docked, the cargo was unloaded, and the crew was on Port Royal. Captain Hawk had given Davy permission to search for his family, or any remains of his childhood.

His first place to check was going to be his former house. He had dressed in slightly nicer clothes so that he wouldn’t be stared at too much in the town. He was wearing a long red “shop” vest, brown trousers, some simple boots, and a white puffy shirt. He was confident that townspeople wouldn’t recognize him, as he had changed much. His bright green eyes that he had when he was a child were darker now, and he had a small scar going across one eye from a nasty fight with the captain of a navy ship that he boarded. His dark brown hair was almost black now, and he had grown a small beard. Lastly, his muscles were much more developed now, from 10 years of work at the mast.

As he was walking down the town’s main street, he recognized several faces. Some were childhood friends of his that he grew up with, while others were townsfolk that his father had done business with. He desperately wanted to go up to some of them and say, “Its me! David! Remember me? I disappeared in a shipwreck ten years ago!” But he couldn’t. He had promised the Captain Hawk that he wouldn’t give his identity away, unless it was to his mother, who must not be able to tell anyone about him. If his identity got out, it could lead to too much questioning, and could endanger the Black Swan and her crew.

As he was walking, he noticed a lot of wreckage in the area near his house, on the east side of the island, about a mile from the beach. There were many damaged buildings, and wreckage strewn all over the road.

“Now what could be the cause of something like this…?” Davy asked himself.

Finally, after a long walk, he arrived at his house. Or what was left of it. The house was almost completely destroyed. The second story was virtually gone, and there were burn marks all over the house, as if the house was burned down.

But no… Davy thought, a fire couldn’t do all that to a house… it almost looks like it was blasted with cannons… but who would do that?

Davy walked into what remained of the house. The furniture was mostly destroyed, but a few pieces still remained intact. The dining room seemed mostly untouched. Just ashes and a bit of caved in ceiling, but not much damage compared to the other rooms. Davy visited his old bedroom, only to find it a mess. His bed was broken, the legs of it splintered apart, and the body of the bed snapped in two. A tear came into Davy’s eye as he looked at what was left of his former bedroom.

Then something caught his eye. On his dresser, which was untouched in a corner, held a small painting of his family, about a year before the shipwreck. Davy picked it up. There were his parents, smiling at the painter, with Davy and William between them. Davy smiled, then started to sob. What had become of his old life? What god or spirit could ruin such a happy family? Davy picked up the painting, and put it into his bag.

After one last sweep of the house, he left with the painting, a childhood toy of his (a little wooden ship), and his mother’s favorite ring (which for some reason she left here). He also left with something larger. His father had a cutlass custom made for him when Davy was only three years old. It was a beautiful creation; a golden hilt shaped like a dragon with its wings spread, and a blade with a vine design engraved into the metal. His father had never used it to fight with, and kept it on the wall instead, but it was one of his most prized possessions. Davy was confident that he could fight with it.

He soon arrived back into the town. His plan was to find someone his parents had known well back before the shipwreck, and to see if he could get information out of them. He soon stumbled across a family friend, Francis Truehound, purchasing food from a street vendor.

“Excuse me sir,” Davy said to him, tapping his shoulder. “I recently moved back to this island, after leaving ten years ago with my family from the Americas. I noticed that the east side of the island is a wreck. Can you tell me what happened?”

“Oh! Why of course, come sit down,” Francis said, beckoning to a bench. “Say, do I know you from somewhere? Your face seems familiar…”

“Why no, I don’t think that we have met,” Davy said.

Francis stared at him for about a minute, making Davy feel a little bit uneasy. Then Francis broke the silence and said: “When did you say you moved away from Port Royal again?”

“Oh, err… ten years ago, why?”

“Because that’s when David Phillips and his father Henry Phillips disappeared aboard The Eagle.”

Davy’s eyes widened, and he gulped in nervousness. Then he said, “Mr. Truehound, please, you can’t tell anyone that I’m still alive. I can’t explain right now, but I will later. Please…”

“Its okay David! I won’t tell anyone about you as long as you explain to me what has happened since you disappeared.” Francis said.

“First I want you to tell me what happened to Port Royal, my house, and my mother. And I go by Davy now, not David” Davy said.

“Alright then Davy, I guess I’ll start with what happened when news of your disappearance reached the island, but first, lets get to my house. My wife isn’t there right now, so we should have it all to ourselves.”




Tell me what you think of it.

[angel 4ever]

awesome! great great story mate lol

[Tiberius Fireskull]

Here is Chapter 2 mates! Lol and someone other than angel post xD no offense angel.

Chapter 2: Answers


Davy and Francis arrived at his house. They sat down at Francis’s table.

“Would you like anything to drink Davy?” Francis asked.

“Rum please,” Davy said instinctually.

“Erm… rum shipments haven’t arrived for over a month now… rumor has it that some pirates attacked the rum carrying vessel.”

Davy looked down, a small smile on his face. It was the Black Swan that had plundered that ship. Davy had a feeling it would come back to haunt him. “Nothing then.”

Francis nodded, then said, “Okay then Davy, I’ll tell you everything that happened since you “died” at sea.

“When word of you, your brother, and your father’s death reached the island, people were shocked. Some suspected that the ship ran into a reef, others thought that it was pirates. However there were those few who thought that it was the mysterious Jolly Roger who caused it. These people were ignored, although there were some who were persistent, and made their voices heard. They made riots, claiming that we would all be destroyed if we didn’t surrender to him, or join him. Eventually, when the riots and protests got worse, the navy had to get involved. Troops from Fort Charles -- Francis beckoned in the direction of the fort -- had to come down and capture the ‘crazed’ citizens. They were then hung at a public hanging. The leader’s last words were ‘We are not as mad as you think!’.

“Ah, and I almost forgot about your mother. When she found out about The Eagle sinking, she was obviously horrified. She went insane, so insane that the authorities thought of locking her away. She ended up staying in your house. She never left. I came to visit her a few weeks after the incident, to find her sitting in her room. Her face was pale. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her hair, normally combed nicely, was a rats nest. I remember her looking at me, just looking at me! Not saying a word! The look in her eyes was indescribable. I left immediately.

“Back to what happened to the island! For around two and a half years, things went relatively back to normal here, but what happened stuck in almost all of our heads. Then things started to become strange. It started when Gideon Grog’s grave was robbed. At first sight, it appeared to be a grave robbery, but the odd thing was, ol’ Gideon was poor, and was buried with nothing. The body was “robbed” although the most mysterious thing was that there were footprints leading away from the grave. None were found going to the grave, but a perfect pair going away from it, and the footprints were no ordinary prints. They looked like prints made by a skeletal foot.

“After that, this started to happen more frequently, until almost half of our graveyard was dug up! Then, one of the most disrupting things happened. In the course of one night, a huge amount of the navy soldiers in Fort Charles were murdered. Of course, they were buried. A few days later, all the graves were empty.

“By this time, almost all the townsfolk were convinced of witchcraft. Then the whole Jolly Roger debate happened again. It got bloody. Townsfolk attacked each other with whatever they had, be it a pitchfork or a blunderbuss.

“Then, about two weeks after the attack on the navy, it happened. We were weak from fighting each other, our ammo was lessened, and out gunpowder supply was quite low. That day, the unspeakable happened. Some people called it Judgment Day, others called it demons coming to take their souls. Skeletons walked out of the forests around the town. We didn’t see it coming, and we were weak. I remember the day… there were citizens running around the island screaming, mothers calling their children’s names. The navy tried to help, but they were already so devastated by their attack two weeks prior, that they were of little help. I remember the weather that day… there was a greenish fog, and lighting and thunder… but no rain. An undead ship was sent into our harbor, which deployed even more skeletons. We were massacred… we were sure that they would kill us all, but then… Tia Dalma, that strange witch that lived in the jungle, came out of Kings Run. She casted some sort of spell, and all the undead suddenly fell down, and were absorbed into the ground. Then she looked up, and we followed her gaze. We saw a larger skeleton, one with different features, wearing a hat, and had some sort of gun on his hand. Jolly Roger. Then, with a voice I shall never forget, he said this:

“‘CITIZENS OF PORT ROYAL!!! YE MAY HAVE BEATEN ME THIS TIME!!! BUT YOUR WITCH CAN’T SAVE YE AGAIN!!! I SHALL BE BACK!!!’

“Then, he disappeared in a cloud of green fog. The fog around us all cleared, and when we looked back, Tia Dalma was gone.

“You are probably wondering why only the east side of town wasn’t repaired. Its because people said they saw skeletons there after the invasion there. Nobody wanted to risk going back. Also, that area had some of the heaviest damage. Some skeletons came out of the jungle in that area with cannons being pulled along by skeletal horses. That caused some damage in the area, and your mother was killed when your house was hit by one. Or so we think… we haven’t seen her since the invasion. Perhaps she is still alive, living in the jungle, but she is probably dead…

“Ever since that invasion, the town has been rebuilt, except the east side, but we are much more watchful of our graveyards, and we have built walls around them, so nobody can escape them. And unless you wish for death, nobody goes into the jungle.”

Francis took a deep breath, then looked at Davy, who was still taking all of this in.

“Ok then Mr. Truehound, I must honor my side of the deal,” Davy said. Then he told him everything that happened, including about the skeleton ships attacking The Eagle.

“So Jolly Roger is coming to power,” Francis said. “Well, we are going to have to fight him. Or die… I don’t like pirates… but I have a soft spot for you, and if a pirate can defeat Jolly Roger, then that’s just as good as a naval officer doing it. I have a feeling that war is coming to the Caribbean…”

[Captain Del]

WOW Davy! You are VERY good at story telling! Your creativity in describing what had happened was great! Can't wait until you post the next chapter!

[Tiberius Fireskull]

Thanks Del, I really appreciate the kind words. Ill try to post at least one chapter a day.

[Tiberius Fireskull]

Chapter 3 mates Chapter 3!!!



Chapter 3: Ambush


As Davy stood up to leave, Francis halted him.

“Davy, wait…” He said nervously.

Davy looked at him. He needed to be back to ship or the crew would get worried. Or at least Sven Johnson, who had stayed with Davy for all those ten years. “What is it Mr. Truehound?”

Francis took a deep breath, then said, “If you came back, you could start a new life here. I could take you under my care. You have so much potential. Don’t waste your life becoming a pirate. Pirate’s lives only come to horrible ends.

Please, stay here. You don’t have to become a pirate!”

Davy looked at him for a long time. It was a good offer, and parts of him missed his old life. But was that other part of him that knew that he was destined to do what he was doing. He was shipwrecked for a reason. And if he stayed as a pirate, he could sail the seas forever, which is what he truly loved.

Then Davy spoke up, “Sorry Mr. Truehound, but I can’t leave my current life. There was a reason that The Eagle sank, and I wound up on the pirate ship. I appreciate your offer, but I cant accept it. I am a pirate, and nothing will change that.”

“Then I cannot let you leave the island!” Cried out Francis, punching Davy in the face. Davy fell down on the floor, his nose bloodied. Then Francis pulled out a butcher’s knife, and brought it down to Davy’s heart.

Davy waited for death, but it never came. He opened his eyes, to see the knife only a few millimeters away from his heart, which was now beating wildly. Then he looked up at Francis, who then said, “I can’t kill you… Your father, if he saw you today, he would be ashamed. Go, now. Before I change my mind about letting you go.”

Francis released his grip on Davy, and stood. Davy then got up, watching Francis.

“Perhaps he would be, but he’s gone now, and its my choice. Not his.” Davy walked out of the room. Stopping to grab a bottle of rum. “And I knew you lied about the rum being gone.”

As Davy walked out of the house, he looked one last time at Francis Truehound. Francis was watching him with a sad look, or maybe it was ashamed. Davy couldn’t tell. Then he left.

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Davy arrived back on the Black Swan. He was greeted by Captain Hawk, Gill, and Sven.

“Where were you Davy? We were getting worried about you!” Sven said.

“Sorry, spent a little more time in the town than I thought, and I have lots to tell you all. And I think that we should leave Port Royal immediately, for reasons I shall explain in my story.”

“Very well Davy, lets all head to my cabin, so we can have maximum privacy,” stated Hawk.

After entering the cabin, Davy told everyone about everything that happened. There was a long silence while everyone took it in. Davy waited for a response. Finally, Gill broke the silence.

“Davy, I’m sorry about your mother, house, everything. Ye didn’t deserve this mate.”

“Thanks Gill… but as I told Francis Truehound, I think that all this happened for a reason. Nothing is random. This is somehow tied in to my destiny. What that is yet, I haven’t the slightest idea.”

There was another silence, then Hawk broke it. “All right mates, lets get to bed. We gotta wake up early tomorrow so we can cast off.”

Everyone nodded, and headed off to their bunks.

~~~~~~~~~~


They raised the sails at dawn, and Port Royal was far behind them at around noon. They sailed through all the day. Nothing significant happened, other than that Peg Leg Peter accidentally dropped his lit pipe onto a pile of gunpowder, which ended up blowing him to Davy Jones’ Locker.

Finally, with Port Royal out of sight, night fall arrived. It was a cloudy night, with a layer of fog on the water. It didn’t look like it would rain, however some of the crew said they thought they saw lightning.

That night, Davy couldn’t sleep. Something was bothering him, but he didn’t know what. Around midnight, he finally got out of his bunk, and walked out on deck. It was a peaceful night, the air was fresh, the sea was calm. Then Davy looked out to the side of the ship, and saw something he hoped to never see again. It was a ship with a rotted hull and tattered sails. One of Jolly Roger’s ships, or worse, Jolly Roger himself. The ship was coming straight towards the Black Swan. There was only one thing to do: sound the alarm.

Davy ran over to the alarm bell, passing the sleeping guard. I’ll worry about him later… Davy thought. He rang the bell and yelled out, “ENEMY SHIP OFF THE STARBOARD BOW!!! GET OUT OF BED LANDLUBBERS!!! OR I WILL HAVE THE CAPTAIN MAKE YE WALK THE PLANK!!!”

Soon, the whole crew was awake and up, looking at the incoming ship. It was much closer now, and was moving surprisingly fast for a ship with tattered sails. Then the captain spoke.
“BATTLE STATIONS MEN! LETS SINK THAT SHIP, AND PROVE THAT WE ARE STRONGER THAN OL’ JOLLY ROGER!!!”

[Isaiah Ropeswine]

You sure know how to write a good story. Keep writing mate, your very talanted.

[angel 4ever]

*sneaks in* great story *sneaks out* haha

[Luckie OClover]

A fine story Davy
Quite an excellent read
I can't wait to see more!

[Tiberius Fireskull]

Chapter 4: Encounter


The battle began, and a storm with it. Storms seemed to always follow these ships. The two ships began to circle each other. The crew of the Black Swan could see skeleton crew. They were horrible sights: hardly any flesh left on their bodies, and any that was left was rotten and falling off. They yelled horrible battle cries in horrible unearthly voices. The crews of both ships prepared the cannons, and finally the first broadside was fired by the Black Swan. The sound off the cannons was almost muted out by the storm. The crew watched the cannons fly towards Jolly Roger’s ship, and collide. The side of the ship blasted open, revealing some of the interior.

The skeleton ship was next to fire, but instead of firing round shots like all natural ships do, it fired shots that were a bright blue that seemed to have a face on it. A face that should be dead. They almost seemed to scream as they flew towards the Black Swan. The crew stared at them, terrified of this strange new object. Then it hit. The ghostly cannon ammo seemed to tear apart the hull of the Black Swan far more than normal round shots. When it hit, it destroyed all the planks within about a 5 foot radius, also sending broadside cannons flying backwards, some crushing the crewmates.

As soon as Captain Hawk saw the damage that the enemy’s first broadside did, he knew it was over. But Hawk was a fighter, he would never give up.

“COME ONE CREW!!! KEEP ON FIRING!!! WE HAVEN’T LOST YET!!! LETS SHOW THESE BONEHEADS WHAT WE ARE MADE OF!!!” Hawk cried at the top of his lungs.

More rounds of shots were fired; the round shots of the Swan seemed to do little damage compared to the mighty cannons of the skeleton ship. After about a half hour of fighting, boarding began. The skeletons swung from their ship onto the Swan, catching the crew off guard. Most of the crew just stood in shock, staring into the empty eye sockets of the skeletons before getting ruthlessly slaughtered. After about a minute, the crew got their act together and started to fight off the skeletons, but it was still no use. They were incredibly powerful fighters, and had no mercy or fear.

Davy pulled out his sword, uttering a battle cry. Then he charged at a skeleton. He and the bonehead exchanged blow after blow at each other, none of them getting past the other’s blade. Davy finally head-butted the skeleton sailor, stunning him. Then he took his sword and brought it down on his head, shattering the skull. Davy was known amongst the crew to be one of the best swordsman; he could beat any one of the crewmates on board, but this was different. These skeletons had an unearthly strength. However, this wouldn’t stop Davy from cutting down every last one. He attacked another, and they battled for a few minutes, before Davy managed to give him a stab in the stomach. Davy left the battle with a rather large cut on his arm, going from his left shoulder down to his elbow.

Davy soon found himself back to back with Gill, each of them fighting off a skeleton.

“Well Davy ol’ buddy, this could be the end of us matey,” Gill said between sword strokes.

“Aye, it very well could be. It was nice knowin’ ye,” Davy said with his teeth together.

Davy did a roll and got behind is skeleton foe, then he brought his sword up and sliced the skeletons spine. As the skeleton dropped down, Davy saw a ghost cannon ball flying towards the deck.

“GILL!!! LOOK OUT!!!” Davy cried.

Gill and his skeleton foe looked up and saw it, but they were too slow, and the cannon ball exploded at their feet. The last Davy saw of Gill was of his lifeless body flying across the deck, and into the sea. Just then, Davy noticed Captain Hawk walking through the battlefield, holding his sword above his head, with a white cloth on top of it. It was over, Hawk had realized that it was no use letting his crew die. The skeletons stopped fighting, and grinned, showing off their rotten teeth.

One of the skeletons came up to Hawk and said, “Abandon this ship. Get onto ours and speak with our captain. If he is merciful, perhaps he will let you join his army!”

Hawk nodded sadly and said to the crew, “Very well crew, follow them. It was a pleasure serving with you all, and I’m sorry I let you down.”

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The crew of the Black Swan lined up on the skeleton ship, facing towards their sinking vessel. Captain Hawk, or perhaps just James Hawk now, as a captain needs a ship to be called a captain. The skeletons fired one last broadside of cannons, explosive cannon balls this time, meant to finish off the Black Swan. The crew watched sadly as the Swan exploded into pieces, sinking quickly. Soon, all that was left was several floating planks of wood, and a black flag with a skull and crossed swords. Some say that former Captain Hawk teared up at the sight of his ship sinking. The skeletons laughed as they watched the Black Swan sink into the depths. Then they all became silent, as a door opened on the ship. Then, out of the door, a terrifying figure walked out. He too was a skeleton, but much larger. He had a few dreadlocks that were underneath a large captain hat. He was wearing some tattered clothing, and he had a look of authority to him. In place of one of his legs, was a skeletal donkey’s hoof, and on one of his hands was a strange contraption that looked almost like a pistol with a blade attacked to the bottom.

Jolly Roger.

He looked at each of the survivors of the crew and spat. Then he spoke with a rasping voice that chilled the souls of all humans who heard it.

“Why have ye brought me these dogs? I told ye to show no mercy! I have no need for more pirates aboard this ship! Kill them all immed…” Then he looked at Davy. His empty eye sockets bored into Davy’s mind and soul. Davy felt like he was dying. His whole life flashed before his eyes in only a few seconds.

“I know ye…” Jolly Roger said to Davy. “Ye were on that ship that I attacked ten years ago! The one with that man… Henry Phillips… yer his son! David Phillips! AH HA HA HA!!! Now ye can join my ranks like yer father did!!!

Davy stood in fear, his eyes wide. What could he do against such a mighty foe? Jolly grabbed Davy by his neck, and thrust his strange appendage up near his throat. “Tell me Davy, how would ye like to join my ranks?” Jolly said laughing. Then a strange green fog came from the gun part of Jolly Roger’s gun on his arm, surrounding Davy.

He struggled, but Jolly’s grip was like steel, and he couldn’t move.
“GAAAAHHH!!!!” Davy cried out. He felt Jolly Roger’s skeletal hand on his throat; Davy had never known such fear. Then he looked down, and saw his body slowly transforming into a skeleton. He looked up into Jolly Roger’s empty eye sockets, and again had that feeling of pure fear.

Then Davy heard someone yell, and next thing he knew, Jolly Roger had let go of him and was on the deck with James Hawk on top of him. Hawk punched Roger’s face, causing Jolly to cry out in pain. The he looked up at Hawk and sent him flying back into one of the masts using some unseen force, knocking the wind out of him. Then Jolly lifted him again without touching him, and sent him flying onto the deck, and then back onto the mast. Finally, he drew his sword, brought Hawk right in front of him, and stabbed him through the heart.

Hawk looked at Davy one last time. His head had a big gash on it, and his nose seemed broken. Blood trickled out of his mouth. Then he uttered his final words.

“Davy… run…”

Davy didn’t hesitate, he dived off the ship while Jolly was distracted. Once he was in the water, he swam towards the wreck of the Black Swan. He didn’t turn around, and he grabbed onto a floating plank of wood as the storm propelled him away from Jolly Roger. The last thing he heard before going unconscious was Jolly Roger crying out in frustration, ordering his crew to kill the survivors.

[Tiberius Fireskull]

Chapter 5 is done!




Chapter 5: Discovery


Davy awoke with his head throbbing. The storm had blown him to a nearby island. Unfortunately, the island wasn’t inhabited. Davy felt weak, weaker than he ever felt. After some struggle, he managed to lift himself, and get a look of his surroundings. It was a beach, like any ordinary beach on any ordinary wild island. There were several trees scattered, as well as a few boulders. Nothing out of the ordinary. Davy looked upward, and saw that there was a descent sized mountain in the center of the island. There was a jungle surrounding it. Davy walked a few steps, but then fell down onto the sand.

I’ve never felt so weak before… Jolly Roger’s spells must have taken a toll on me… Davy thought. He grabbed a fallen tree branch, and used it to move himself towards the jungle. Then he realized that something wasn’t right about the island. There were bones scattered around the beach, as well as suits of armor. Armor that looked like it once belonged to Spanish conquistadors. He limped over to one, and examined it. Judging by the amount of rust in it, it was very old. Something wasn’t right about this island, Davy could sense it.

Then he heard some rustling in the bushes. He turned but saw nothing. The hairs on his neck started to stand up, and Davy glanced around. Then he heard a battle cry, and something move from behind him. Without looking he whirled the branch in his hand around and slammed it into a skeleton that had jumped at him. The skeleton flew backwards a few feet, then got back up, only a bit dazed. It looked at him, and hissed. The skeleton was wearing conquistador armor, similar to the pile of it he saw only a few moments ago.

Curses! Now of all times! I have no sword, just a branch! How can I fight a fully armed skeleton wielding two swords?! Davy thought. The skeleton charged again, swiping its swords at him. Davy sidestepped them and rolled away from the skeleton, giving him a heavy feeling of nausea. When he turned back around to look at the skeleton, there were four more. Five on one, and the one was terribly weak. Then, out of the ground, came several more skeletons surrounding him. The skeletons laughed. And then they charged. Davy thought it was over.

Then something in his head, some instinct he never new existed, took a hold of him. Davy’s eyes seemed to glow a dark blue, then he thrusted his arms out to the sides. What happened seemed unexplainable. A wave of some sort of force blasted the skeletons away. It was so strong that some of the closer ones blew apart, but all of them went flying away. Davy had a few seconds to look around, and see what he had just done. Then he went unconscious.

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When he woke again, he was in the same place that he had lost consciousness, except it was night. He forced himself up and grabbed his staff. He surveyed his surrounding again, and saw the skeletons, or what was left of them. Only about half of the ones that attacked were left. The other ones were gone, possibly blow too far to see. Davy walked up to one of the skeletons. Its arm was missing, and there was a big chunk taken out of its skull. Its armor was misshapen and dented.

How did I do that? Davy wondered.

Davy lifted his hands for himself to see, and then nearly cried out. His hands had a glow to them, and there was a small bit of blue glow on them. He stared at it for a while, and after a few minutes, it seemed to go away. He picked up his tree branch, and then walked along. He spotted a conquistador’s sword, and picked it up.

Its rusty… and I’m not used to the balance, but its better than nothing. Davy thought.

As Davy was walking, he started thinking about how he could have gotten these powers. Then it dawned on him. When Jolly Roger had tried to curse him, and he failed, the voodoo that he had used on him had stayed inside Davy’s body. This is what was allowing Davy to use those voodoo powers. Jolly Roger had unintentionally transferred voodoo into him. Since the transformation of Davy into a skeleton had failed, the voodoo didn’t go back to Jolly Roger.

Davy thought about it for a few minutes, then he grinned.

“If I can figure out how to effectively use these powers, I could become unstoppable…” Davy said to himself.

He looked up, and in front of him stood a small rock. Only about the size of the average cannon ball, but probably much lighter. Davy held out his staff, and concentrated as hard as he could on the rock. His forehead beaded with sweat, he stood like this for a few minutes, and then finally, the rock lifted up. It raised from the ground about a foot, and Davy watched in awe. Then he dropped it, and took a deep breath. He tried it again. And again, and again, and again. For hours, he practiced lifting things, ranging from little rocks, to boulders. He tried it without the staff, and found that it was much easier to channel the magic through his staff, rather than his body. Apparently the branch was now mystical due to the fact that it had been exposed to Davy’s voodoo earlier, when he blasted the skeletons that were attacking him. He also tried to do other things, such as push and pull objects.

Finally, dawn started to break. And he was exhausted. He found an area of shade beneath a boulder, and began to sleep.

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Davy awoke to his stomach growling. He sat up, and his hunger was unbearable. He realized that he hadn’t eaten since right before the Black Swan was sunken, almost two days ago. He picked up his staff, and walked along the beach, looking for some food.

Finally, he spotted a good sized crab, with about a four foot leg span. Davy lifted up a small rock on the beach using his new voodoo powers, and hurled it at the crab. The rock penetrated the crab’s head area, killing it instantly. Davy picked it up, and walked back to where he fell asleep. He grabbed some wood and lit a fire. He gutted the crab with a small knife that he carried around, and had unfortunately completely forgot about when battling the skeletons.

Soon he had had a good meal, and repeated the process with two other crabs. His stomach was soon filled, and he lay back against a boulder. He started thinking to himself of what other feats he was capable of with his newly attained voodoo powers. Then he looked at his tree branch that he had been using to conduct his voodoo magic. He pulled out his knife and started whittling it. Within about an hour he had constructed a good looking staff. The staff itself was mostly straight. At the top of it he had been able to whittle a bit of a rounded part. Davy admired his work, then tried to lift a few things. It worked like normal, so he didn’t alter the staff’s voodoo conducting ability.

Davy again wondered what feats he could accomplish with his new staff, and decided he would try to experiment a little bit. That started his daily voodoo training. Every day he would get up, hunt some food, and then practice. He soon learned how to control the elements, lift heavier things, alter gravity, and more. He learned how to summon up fire, and burn his enemies, to summon the earth beneath them and drag them to the underworld, and he also learned how to recreate the same thing he did to all those skeletons when he first arrived at the island. He called the move repulse. He also learned how to control lightning, and to send blasts of electricity at targets. Lastly, he was able to conduct pure voodoo energy into his targets, although it was much harder to do and more exhausting.

Davy was soon able to do much of all that without getting to tired, however he knew not to push his limits too far. He also practiced his swordplay, to make sure that he didn’t forget it.

“As powerful as my new voodoo powers may be, they can never replace a good sword,” he told himself.

For a little over a month, Davy trained like this. He even trained on some of the undead conquistadors. Nothing had really changed his daily routine. He had explored most of the islands beach, as well as a good chunk of the jungle, however he had never attempted to get near the mountain. He sensed that something was not right about that mountain.

One day, Davy was taking a break from his training. He had just taken out over twenty skeletons, and was tired. He was leaning against a tree in the jungle. Then the ground started to shake. He looked around for what could be causing it, and then he looked up at the mountain. There were several boulder’s tumbling down it; it seemed to be the cause.

Davy stood up from the tree. He had to find out what was going on in that cave. He decided that he was going to go check out the cave. He picked up his staff, and made sure his sword and dagger were in his belt. Then he started to walk towards that mysterious mountain.

[Tiberius Fireskull]

Just finished Chapter 6




Chapter 6: The Cave


After another hour of walking, Davy stood at the base of the island’s mountain. He looked up at it. The mountain was at least two and a half kilometers high. The mountain was mostly made of some sort of grey rock, probably granite. There were very few plants growing on the mountain, giving a much more menacing look. Davy could see no ways to get into it around the outside. It was just one large piece of rock.

If this mountain is so tall, shouldn’t it be visible to passing sailors? Davy wondered. Why is it that nobody has ever been to this island… other than all those Spanish conquistadors who now serve Jolly Roger. Something isn’t right…

Davy walked around the base of the mountain, searching for any sort of doorway, or cave entrance. After about a half hour of searching, he couldn’t find anything. Davy tried blasting the mountain with voodoo magic, but the mountain didn’t crack at all. Just as Davy was about to give up, he noticed something in the wall of the mountain. He went over for a closer look. It was a faded, but still visible if you looked closely, engraving into the mountain. It read:

If you are reading this, then that means that you have been stranded on this mysterious island. If you want to continue living, leave this island now! The island is cursed! At the very heart of this mountain lies a treasure that can make someone invincible, undefeatable, godly, but it is cursed. If you take it away from its resting place, you will lose your mortality, and walk the Earth as the undead. Do not, I repeat, do not, enter the mountain, for nobody who has been foolish or brave enough to enter has ever returned alive.

Davy read the engraving again several more times. Then he looked around him. The cave entrance would be around him somewhere. He was never one for following directions. He read the part about him becoming invincible, undefeatable, and godly again. If he could get this treasure, whatever it was, perhaps it could help him to defeat Jolly Roger, save the Caribbean from his evil reign, and avenge his loved ones who were killed by him. Davy searched for any hint of where the cave entrance was. After another half hour of searching, he gave up. He sat down, and leaned his back against the mountain. And then his body fell through the rock.

“Gahh!!! What in Davy Jones’ Locker?!” Davy cried out. He looked in front of him, facing out towards the jungle. There was no wall in front of him. He got up and walked towards the jungle. Then he turned around and faced the mountain. All he saw was solid rock. He walked towards it, and stuck his hand out towards the area where he fell through. Sure enough, his hand went straight through it. Davy raised his eyebrow. Then he walked through the wall, and into the mountain’s cave.

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Davy looked around the tunnel he had just entered. It went straight forward off into the darkness. He looked around him. The walls were barren granite, almost identical to the outside, except for some moisture. Davy walked down the tunnel, then heard a grating sound, and then a loud boom. He turned around, and saw that the tunnel had closed behind him. There was no turning back now. Davy pulled out his staff, which had been whittled more over time to look like the end of it was a sort of a claw, with its fingers curved as if it were holding a sphere. Davy used his voodoo powers to summon a ball of light that followed him wherever he went. It lit the area around him, as well as about 30 meters ahead of him. Then he began his journey into the heart of this mysterious mountain.

Davy walked down for what seemed like hours, even though it was only about fifteen minutes. The tunnel didn’t change direction, or branch off. Even the walls stayed the same grey granite. Davy thought that the tunnel was cursed, and would never end, but just as he thought of that, he saw a small glimmer in the distance. He picked up his pace, and moved quickly toward it. He came to a fork in the road, and in the middle of the fork was a burning torch. The fire gave off much more light than it probably should have. Then again, a torch like that should have been burnt out long ago.

Which way do I choose…? Davy asked himself.

He looked down both ways. They both went in one direction, straight forward, before sloping downward. Davy pulled out a coin that he had found on the beach of the island.

“Heads I go right, tails I go left,” he said to himself.

It landed tails. Davy picked up his coin and walked to the left tunnel. Davy kept walking, and the tunnel sloped downward. It was lit by the same torches that he saw previously. Then the tunnel opened up into a large cavern. There were at least five other tunnels branching off from the cavern. Davy looked up. The roof of the cave was at least a kilometer above him. Stalactites dangled from the roof, and several stalagmites jutted out from the ground.

Davy walked out into the middle of the cave. Then he heard a laughing sound. He turned around, and spotted a pair of Undead Conquistadors at the entrance of one of the tunnels. One was equipped with a pair of rusty swords, and the other had a large belt of throwing knives. Davy looked around and saw more skeletons moving towards him. He pulled out his sword, and charged at the first pair of skeletons he saw.

The one with the knives started throwing several at him, but Davy deflected them using his sword. He reached the skeleton, and brought his sword down towards his head. The skeleton blocked with a dagger, and swung it towards his stomach. Davy dodged backwards, and then rolled behind the skeleton with the knives as another his sword at his back. Davy stabbed his rusty sword into a chink in the Conquistador’s armor, and then decapitated the other skeleton.

Then he turned and faced the other advancing skeletons. He charged at them. One of the undead swung a broadsword at him, and Davy parried it with his cutlass. He leaped backward, and looked at his sword. There was a large crack going down the blade; it wouldn’t be able to take another hit. Davy threw the useless blade to the side, and pulled out his staff. He shot a powerful ball of voodoo energy into one of the skeletons, blasting him and skeletons nearby off to the sides. Davy then lifted up another skeleton, and sent him flying through a stalagmite, shattering his armor, and breaking his bones. Then he lifted up a boulder, and sent it flying into another group of skeletons.

Davy looked around for more skeletons, and spotted one last one. This one was very heavily armored, and was armed with a spiked whip. The undead Conquistador grinned, showing off his rotten teeth. It ran towards him, and lashed out the whip. Davy dodged to the side. The skeleton whipped at him again, and latched onto his staff. It yanked it away from him, and he threw it off to the side. As Davy was distracted, the skeleton charged at him, his whip in one hand, and a battle dagger in the other. He whipped at Davy again, and Davy moved to the side. Then he swung his dagger down at Davy, and Davy blocked with his own knife. Davy repulsed him with voodoo energy (causing the skeleton to drop his weapons), dashed towards him, and grabbed him. Davy flew up with him towards the ceiling, and while he was in the air, slashed him across the face with his dagger. Then, while the skeleton was dazed, sent him flying with full force towards the ground. The skeleton shattered into pieces when he hit the ground.

Davy landed back on the ground safely. Where would I be without my new voodoo powers? he said to himself.

Then he looked around him. Another problem had arisen. Which tunnel should he take? Then, as if triggered by the death (for lack of a better word) of the undead leader, all of the tunnels entrances were closed by rock. Except for one. Davy picked up his staff, and walked towards it, and peered into the tunnel. It was also lit by torches, and extended for a long distance. He walked down it.

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About two hours later, Davy had traveled several kilometers down the tunnel. Along the way, he had come into a few smaller openings, fought several more skeletons, and had dodged falling stalactites. Finally, he neared the end of the tunnel. He exited the tunnel, and gasped.

He had entered a large, circular cavern, almost as large as the cavern where he had fought the skeleton with the whip. This one had torches lining the edges. There were carvings along the walls. Scenes of death, power, battles, and more. There were pillars going around the cave, also with carvings and torches.

But all this didn’t have Davy’s attention. What he was looking at was in the center of the cave. It was a large, marble coffin. The room he was in was a burial chamber, and this whole cave system, was a gigantic tomb.