The Story Of Solomon O'shot

[Solomon O]

Final Chapter

Hours had passed since they were thrown into the brig. Solo was starving. The 6 navy officers woke up and asked what happened when they saw they were in jail. Solo gave a full account of what happened including the part where the ship was blown to pieces with some gun powder kegs. The intense heat from outside only worsened the mood for Solo and his fellow captives. The sour smell of blood and sweat had filled the air.

Finally after hours of waiting the Captain came down with bread and water. The bread was hard and dry and the water didn’t smell too good. “Which one of ye be the leader of the navy fleet?” demanded the pirate captain.
“That be I” said Solo after a moments hesitation
“And by what rank shall I call you?”
“Commodore, Commodore Solomon O’shot”
“Well Commodore, even though I am a pirate, I am still a civilized man, no harm shall come to you and your friends………yet”

For the next few hours Solomon devised a plan to escape, they needed one thing though. Solomon looked over to the pirate that was meant to be on guard duty. He was not very far away. Solomon reached over and slowly pulled out a dagger and the keys. As silent as the grave Solomon sliced the mans neck. He then unlocked the door. He also freed the other prisoners. Quickly each person took back the weapons stolen form them (they were nearby). It was night when Solomon poked his head through the hatch that led to the deck. Some drunken pirates were singing;
“Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We pillage plunder, we rifle and loot.
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot.
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.”
Solomon despised the song. He had heard it sung a lot by privateers that had port in Port Royal. Quietly they crept from below decks. The ship creaked in the gentle breeze. Solomon swept over to one of the pirates. Not close behind him was Hector and the others. The pirates had their backs towards Solo and the others. They were able to kill them all without a noise.

They quickly then took one of the row boats, along with some rum and food. Lowered them selves down in the water and sailed to a close by island that the pirates had planned to land at the following day, Tortuga. It took them most of the night to reach a safe place to land, and another hour or two to find an inn that was open and able to house some soldiers. The tern soldiers didn’t really fit since they looked more like pirates themselves.

The following day, they woke up early and checked out of the inn. They then went to explore the town. Tortuga was nothing like Port Royal. The smell of grease and sweat had filled the air, making it seem too thick to breathe in. The houses were dirty and old. The people were even dirtier, Solomon noticed. None had clean clothes like the people on Port Royal. The lack of a fort made Solomon wonder why this town was still around and not destroyed. A couple of pirates ran past him and then there was a loud boom. That also reminded Solomon that the town was almost destroyed. Without further delay, Solomon when to the local shipwright and ‘Hired’ him a ship. Although the term hired doesn’t really apply here, unless you consider forcing somebody at gun point to give you something is hiring. Hmm, thought Solo, that was fun. Hector came up from behind. “You got a ship, I presume”
“Aye,” Solo pointed to a Galleon in the water.
“Good, Ill get the others”

Soon they had set sail again. They even plundered a few merchant ships on the way for food. Solomon was beginning to enjoy his new life. They had planned to sail to Port Royal. On the 9th day of sailing, a Navy Kingfisher started to chase him down. Solomon did not run away from the Kingfisher. They are part of the navy, and they might mean a safer voyage to Port Royal. The Kingfisher pulled up beside Solomon later that day. They were ready to shoot but didn’t, Solomon had a white flag raised.

After what seemed like forever, They boarded Solomon’s ship. “We are here, under the jurisdiction of the British government, you are all under arrest for piracy” Stated an official.
“Nay, we are also from the navy, ‘tis be me, Commodore Solomon O’shot”
“Nice try, Solomon is dead”
“Not” Even saying that he realized it was over, he is considered a pirate. A man walked up, he was wearing a black uniform. EITC! These people were deadly. A plank was lowered from the navy ship to the pirate ship. Across the plank several men carried what looked like a small portable fire pit. They were sweating. The EITC man drew a metal rod from the fire; on the end was a P. With a nod, some men took hold of Solomon’s arms. Solomon noticed that the others were also held in the same manor. The EITC agent walked up and rolled Solomon’s sleeve up. He then raised the metal rod that still glowed from the heat and branded Solo with the P. Solomon yelled out in pain. Soon each of Solo’s friends had been branded. All of them now were holding their arms in pain. The navy had let go of their arms….

This was their only chance. “WEAPONS” yelled Solo, soon every ‘pirate’ had a sword drawn. The navy was to slow to react. Soon, some were dead and others had fled. The EITC agent was dead as well. The remaining had their weapons out, but Solomon’s crew was too fast and too good. The entire navy on the ship was killed, the Kingfisher fled. “Commodore?” asked one of the men
“Aye”
“It be Hector sir, he has been killed” Surprised Solomon scanned the decks. There, in the corner lay Hector, dead. Killed by a single stab wound. The world is coming to an end thought Solomon. He wrapped hector up in the only navy flag they had left. With a few last words dumped him into the ocean.

Solomon took the wheel. The sun was setting. Looking towards it, he thought for a while until he finally made up his mind. Just as the sun went down, a green flash shot up into the sky. Solomon was preparing to get his revenge again. This time on the navy. He was a pirate after all.

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Any Improvements. This is my first story without direct guidlines