《PIRATES: SAGA》 1. 12 RINGS PIRATES SAGA : LEGEND OF THE 12.RINGS. 1. THE 12 RINGS 1612 AD It was at that time, world gone through a shift change. A legend was created. In a middle of an Atlantic ocean when a naval general was boarding to the cubes port. He found 12 RINGS on an island which appeared out of nowhere and those ring had the power to control all the elements of the earth, but he disappear without registering his record in the history and the only evidence left was the 12 maps and the oculus of mare(eyes of the sea). Thus this gave a giant waves of pirates on the shore to rides this high tides and took over the world. With the passage of time maps were lost........ 1616 AD Jamaica-port I have nothing to do other than to see people pass through me. I was sitting on the pavement of the alley, using the protruding roof of the tavern as the shelter. The gleaming light of the lanterns gives the warmness which I need. With every second, the thoughts of mine are becoming more heavy. As the rain downpours. What if the flood had never occurred, what if I had not come floating to the shore, What if I had never ran from the slave merchant. what if my family were still alive. Thus world never spare with every turn in the paths their is the twist, which will fully turn your life around. Sighs, Will this neverending nightmare will ever end. I am feeling dizy Stomach growling... Should have taken more supplies before running. As the evening shower fades away, people were seen less and less, untill a group of people were seen marching straight ahead. As they approached, my eye sight were still, A man in brown coat, signal something to the man in full body attire. as the bullet slashed passed through me.You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story. "Hey, kid don''t you know who we are," with a half brown coat without sleeves showing his six pack body, his head was covered with a cloth in a triangular fashion. He has a cutlass on one side, and a rapier. He pulled out his rapier from his left side and pointed straight through my throat. "Any last wish, lad," with a grinning smile he asked. As i gulped my saliva, I know my existance is soon going to fade away, but it doesn''t feel real, as if every thing is a dream. Stomach growling "Hahahaha, did you heard that charles, even near his death door he is thinking about food." Hmm mm, chewing sound "Yeah captain, can i give him this chicken," charles replied. He was heavy weighted body buildman, who was eating in front of me. "Here," as he offered the chicken leg. He was interrupted by captian as he stopped him by holding charles hand. "Now, don''t be hasty. What is the rule of the pirates," he pointed the rapier into the ground. I know this was the moment I was looking for, as soon as i shifted my eye sight towards right and started to stand up. A bullet straight passed through my eyes. A smoking iron smell and a feel of near death. He was the guy in full attire, a heavy black coat covering the full body, black silky shirt from the inside giving the shinning effect. He was holding a pistol pointing straight towards me and had a musket on his back. This sucks.. "Now, don''t be hasty lad and you Robert give me a warning first before firing," "So charles, our rule is no pain no gain," He lift his hand and approached towards me with the chicken as it falled down. "Oops, got to get my grip stronger," He moved his leg and grinned the chicken within his feet with a grinning smile. As i looked at him. He replied "Now, eat it," He grappled my hair and shoved down to the earth chicken straight through my mouth. "Now look kid, this world is much more cruel than this. Nothing good is going to come placing your ass here." He said looking into my cornea. " Hey Colico jack, isn''t that enough," Robert said. "That''s not my name call me Capitan Jack," glaring towards the robert. "What if I won''t," Robert sarcastically replied. Tension had created the verge of silence. Both of them reached out towards left side of their body. Rapier pointed towards Robert. Pistol reached out towards Jack. "You already know who will be the faster," Robert replied. "Fine you win, BUT YOU NEVER KNOW," Cough cough, I was on the verge of vomiting. My pendent of bluish pearl color got the attention of the captain jack and he snatched it straight from my neck, as the back side of my neck started bleeding. "I will take that as a payment for the chicken" Captain said. He moved side way to reached out for the entrance of the bar. I can''t let him take that, that''s the only thing left from my family, I can''t. I grapped his legs, I peirced my nails into his leg, but there was no change of expression on his face. I was still dizzy and at the worst condition of my life, but that the path I have chosen even if I die. I WON''T LET HIM TAKE AWAY MY LOCKET. 2. COURAGE OF THE BRAVEST AND BRAINS OF THE SMARTEST PIRATES:SAGA 2. COURAGE OF THE BRAVEST AND BRAINS OF THE SMARTEST I know life has only taken things from me, so if I donot clenched to them it is going to fade away. "GIVE MY LOCKET BACK," I had said it, with all my guts. "Oh, kid got some courage to be a pirate, sorry but we don''t have vacancy," Jack replied as he hammered his leg to my hand which were holding his legs. It''s sure hurts but pain of losing my mother''s locket is lot more. I hooked my hands on his trousers and pulled my self up, I was in no condition to stand up without support as he looked into my eyes, I noticed him more fairly, dark black eyes, slight facial hair, a scar on his left cheek, long hair and a gold ear-ring on the left side of the ear. "You know, you pissed me off," Jack glared. As he punched me straight into my guts. "Ahhh," it hurts like hell. But I was already prepared for the consequences. "You don''t have any intention of leaving me huh," Jack warned. "Give me my locket back," "Fine, you want it you get it," He detached me from himself and pushed me backwards and pointed his forefinger towards me, I was not ready for that. "Colico, stop that," Robert asked but it was futile. As soon as Jack touched me with his finger, there was a Ring, a white pearl was engraved on it, I was bewelidered. A gust of wind surrounded him. I was thrown in the air as I broke through the window of the bar. It was as if a gust of wind pressured me and throwed me out of its way. Jack move toward Rober.This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. Put his hands on his shoulder,"don''t dare call me colico again, they have their own comfort." (Note: colico is a cheap fabric clothing, because he wears it everyday, he was nicknamed as colico Jack.) I was laying towards the inner wall of the bar as the outer wall was more or less broken. Robert moved towards me and said,"now you get it kid, life is not as easy as you think it is. Forget about that pebble. Your life is more important than that."(Note; kid word was used in a way to express immaturity of our protagonist.) "Don''t call my locket as a pebble and I am not a kid," This time I was standing with all the sheer strength I have got, my forehead was stained with the blood and it started dripping downwards, there was a chilling pain in my stomach area but not enough to pull me down. "Don''t you get it, you already lost," Charles replied as he was eating his chicken legs from left hand and flaunting his boarding axe in his right hand. (Note: believe or not Charles have every variety of food) I know I am standing near my dead doors but why does this dose of adrenaline is only increasing my excitement rather than fear. "I am going to the dock, I have changed my mind," Jack replied. He started taking his step backwards. I smirked.. Blood was never coagulated nor my brains. "Aren''t you forgetting something Mr. Captain," I said. "You know I was going to spare you, but standing there and doing all this cool shit really pissed me off, dare to say your last wish," Captain replied. As I took out the paper which, I took out from his trousers at the time when I grapped his leg. "Look like ancient map, must have a relic importance, don''t move a single finger otherwise this is going to be toned into pieces for its eternity." As i looked him, there was still no change in his expression. "Fine, take your shitty locket and give that paper back." "Jack, you can''t," Robert said. "Don''t worry, I have got what I wanted," he said. We throwed our belonging at same time. Huff, finally I got that back. I bent on me knees,I grapped that locket very strongly, my tears were not stoping, the happiness of getting something precious back can never be expressed in words. I lifted my head, they were gone. I Chanelled the locket through my neck and it shattered. I was shocked.... All the glasses were spread into the air like the sparkling snow in the winter spring. My vision started to get blurry as I fainted. ####################################### Jamaica-port (near the dock) "So you tricked him," chewing sound, Charles was eating the raw fish this time. "Yaa, you can find this type of crystal anywhere, but they soon disintegrate and never change colour in sun rays but what he was wearing even with those deep scratched mark, they were not shattered, thus it is the real deal," He took out the locket from innerside of his half sleeved coat and placed it between the sun and his eyes. Blue color turned yellow. (Note; every OCULUS OF MARE gives out it''s complementary color in front of sun rays like this one is blue and gives out yellow.") "This is one of the key to the rings." 3. DOUBLE TROUBLE PIRATES:SAGA 3. DOUBLE TROUBLE. "Huh, my size was small," I looked straight up, towards the lady, who was running holding my hands. I looked straight, I can see her backside and the desperation to reach somewhere. I moved my head left and right. All were in a hurry, some were carrying the wheel cart filled with cartons and barrel, some were lifting luggage, sailors with their lousy clothes and fisherman with fishes can be seen. A sound of a navy ship can be heard as soon as the salty smell of sea breached my nose The dock was straight ahead me as well as the vast sea, seagulls where riding the wind, passed through gazing me My leg tugged the stone. i falled. The lady in a long bluish sleeveless gown. Turned backwards. I started crying. It hurts. "Don''t cry Ryan, aren''t you 10 years old. your father is going to arrive anytime." She poked my nose. I stood up. A body build man was standing there in front of me behind the lady blocking the sun rays. "Whose son do you thing he is," a rough but energetic voice." He told as his face can''t be seen. He was wearing a blue coat. Had long hair, lousy bagged trouser accompanied by a black leather boots. On weapon side he had a sword on his waist and a pistol. She turned around," oh," she was surprised. He throwed a big salmon towards me," a gift from my journey to my son," he said. I catched it. it was pretty big and heavy. I falled backwards. This time I didn''t cried. My whole attention was diverted towards the fish. "Aren''t, you happy your father had brought your favourite fish," she supported me to stood up. "Tonight is going to be feast honey," she replied while hugging my father. My father took it as a chance and gentally pinned a bluish crystal locket around her. "As a thanks for beings always beside me," he said with a faint smile. "Get a room captian," a man in a somewhat same attire. "Why not find for yourself too, if you have one, chief mate," captain replied. "Hahahah, chief already passed 40s, when are you getting married," all crew member were sitting and have started drinking barrel of wine on the dock. "Bring that woods sailor, I would show you how to make that wine taste good," captain said when he saw his crew getting wasted on wine. He gathered some stone around. got the woods in circle. Brought some more salmon from the ship. Pierced the salmon from its mouth to tail. Smoked it with some pepper in a skewer. My mom put the salmon into the plate and sliced it like a pro and handed over to others and me. It was a smoked salmon, the tears started to fall from my eyes because of smoke............... ############################## I thought where am I as i opened my eyes, I was lying on a single bed probably a inn. It was dimly lit in yellow color, Roof Woods were looking quite old, with the spiders web sprung towards corner and the window on the left side was dark. It was night time. As i sat back on bed taking the support of the backside of the wood wall. It ciphered, may be termites.Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel. Dammit, my locket as i reached out for it, it was already gone. I lashed out of the bed, my legs they don''t have energy. I falled. Creaking sound Door opened. "So got your sleep," light voice. A lady with Brown long hair open the door with a annoyed look. She was holding a platter, though I was not able to see what was in it. She put the platter on a small wheeled table near the left corner and took my hands and supported me with his shoulder. I was standing. I sat on the bed and she pulled the table towards me. Now I can see what was inside as i looked there was a soup. Salads and a smoking salmon. It was one of those time my tears was not stoping as my whole feelings where flowing by seeing it. "Hey, wait don''t you like that fish, I will go and change it but don''t cry." A lady in her mid 20s told me. She was wearing quite casual clothes. A brownish white gown and a apron on hips. "No, this is good," as I cried and took my bite of the light orange meat, it had a quite subtle and refreshing taste with each piece felt velvety in the mouth. It melts straight away. I finished my eating. I remembered I had to catch up to jack if I want my locket back. I got my energy back, I stood up but why can''t I move and I knew the reason damn well. The inn lady had clawed her arms on my shoulder. "Is that how you show your gratitude to your Savior," she said. "Well, thanks for treating me well, now I should take my leave." I had not turned around. "No we have a long night to go," So I was fainted because of malnutrition and the fight with the pirates and the lady of the inn had taken me in. This shop is owned by an old man in his 50s with a long and wavy beard and short structure and was helped by his daughter Mary grace. The problem here is I can''t leave without paying the cost of the service and the broken wall. "Please, Mr innkeeper if I don''t leave now, something precious than my life is going to be gone," as I pleaded. ""Well, if you ins.... He was inturepted by Mary. "Nonononono, we know all the people here, they are scumbags like you, either give us the repair pay or die," Why the heck people are going after each other life. I said," I sincerely apologise for the damage done by the pirates and I would pay you the double of the charges, please let me go this instant." "Pirates huh, you are the one fighting the calico Jack Captain of Dawn, he recently arrived in this island and already took out the pirates of this region," old man said. "Damn him because of him, no one comes here and our tavern is taking its last breath." She said and further asked me to pay her. " But I don''t have any money, seriously," "Then pay it with your body," she said smilingly. She took me to the one of the corner, so that the old man can''t hear. "This tavern is already doomed and my marriage is already fixed, I don''t want be stuck here and play house wife." She told. "And" I replied as I don''t understand what she wanted to say specifically. "This world is more bigger outside than this 4¡Á4 tavern." "So," I asked "Idiot, I will help you get your locket back, you help me to get me out of this island." She whispered. She pulled me in front of the broken wall,"Gramps I am going to take back this locket. will be right back," As she turned, "Ahem, take this, it will help you," old man said in a deep voice. throwing an ancient looking paper, folded in a roll with a red ribbon on it. She catches it. Opens it to look into it. It was the map. She lifted her head because she realized her Grandfather knows all along that she was going to run. "Aren''t you going to stop me," she asked mildly "I trust you more than myself and this home will always be open for you," with a faint smile. "Fine," we are moving. I grapped her hand and started running towards the port as I knew those maps had something to do with Jack. "I don''t........ want to leave," she said as she was crying through the path. (Note: ........ Denotes weeping, crying) "Are you sure," I asked. "No, I want to leave," I gave her annoyed look. "What," she said. "I don''t know myself,. ...... seeing my Gramps,....... don''t know if this the last........ time it''s going to be," she was crying even louder. I can hear the voice of the swarming ocean damping the golden soil from the beaches. The dark greyish night were soon going to over, and they were going to leave soon. We finally reached the dock. Which were filled with various types of ships of their own uniqueness, some were big, some were broad, some small and some narrower. The scorching red jewel was reaching its peak dyeing the rippling blanket of the sea into saffron yellow. Squabbling seagulls flew overhead, harassing the beachgoers in their endless hunger. Fishermen were dive-bombing the stretched surface of the sea far out from shore. The horizon was edged with a golden reddish tint and a cormorant was flying into that place where sun and water meet. His wings were a blur of motion and he soon faded from sight. The opera of the sea washed over the dock with the ships and the wave-music was welcome. It was soothing and I was glad to witness this grand sight. I shaded my eyes from the glowing daystar and looked out to sea again. I could see dolphins flipping into the air like crackling popcorn. Their bodies flashed in steel-grey and I could almost touch their glee. It was a skin-tingling experience to witness their sea-dance. As I was searching for the ship of the dawn, she said,"it was gone." A medium sized boat with the flag of a skull hoisted had cross half the distance of the port and was sailing in the giant blue unknown....... To be continue.. 4. Mary Grace: Reaching the worlds end. PIRATES: SAGA 4. Mary Grace: reaching the worlds end. What does the worlds end means. I always looked at the sparkling cluster of the deep blackish blue sky and wonder Where is this twinkle of the star coming from. How far am i. How vast is this world can I be able to reach this world ends. but I never got the answer. My small world of living with my family was ended when the news came to me that my father is drown to death. Though it didn''t hit me that much hard until a month past i realise it was all a reality. Previously, I was happy I was helping my Gramps in taking care of the inn with frequent visit of my father. Now,I am still doing that but my happiness had already been faded. I was like a emotionless doll which had nothing to do with the questions which I previously asked to myself nor I had any desire see the world. I would have known girls where not made for living this dream. Looking back then I always admire my dad though just a fisherman. He take some pride in his work. Riding and playing along the high and low tide of the seas. Sometimes at night gleaming full moon sky. Something through feairy storm night. Sometime in sunburn afternoon. He was a one man army fighting with all his spirit to surpass the sea.If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Even he knows he was not a super being who can challenge the sea and win. He was just a normal man in this world. But then also he would risk his own life again and again. Until the light of the lanterns fade away. I don''t understand, why would he do that. when you know you were going to die. What fun do you get in doing such pointless things. Why are you making your near ones worried. This all turned a 180 degree turn as I was able to see a boy struggle pass through his way against the pirates. Though not able to stand but what caught my attention was the determination to not lose as far as betting your life. He can be easily saved if he had given up on that locket but what makes him so determined to even risk his life for that stone. He flopped, Shaked and struggled to stand. He bleed,coughed,brawled but never gives up until his bitter end. The time came when my heart stopped seeing him getting lashed through the walls as I realised it was my tavern. I should have known you can''t fight your destiny. But I was proven wrong again. He was on his feet again with only one sentence in his rosy blood lips. "GIVE MY LOCKET BACK," corroded voice. He shouldn''t have woken up I thought. But the inner guts were telling their own wits. He had got his hands on the copper brown color paper. Even being gravely injured, he was able to put a smile on his face as he talk his way through to grab the hold of his belonging. An utter relief, joy can be felt on those moment of getting back something so important in the form of crying. He grapped it so tightly as he kneeled. I always thought why to risk my life for so pointless things. But if for just a second I can get my answer I would like to get that........ (The journey will begin on next chapter till then......) 5. NOT ROBBING BUT BORROWING 5. NOT ROBBING BUT BORROWING Once there was a great naval general who solved the hectist and the most twisted ancient puzzled map to reach his hands on the 12 rings but no body knows why did he not use them like a polar bear in the Antarctica or the lion in the Africa to rule over the world instead decided to hid himself with the rings. He always recorded his journey in form of individual maps which became the key to reach to those rings. With times many maps were came into existence, which were said to be related to that twisted main map but no one knows where it leads to them. Only bravest used them as access to grant them the fortune, power, godship. The maps were faded with time until 12 originals were left. Which were originally used by him. Those maps contain the information of the General''s landing to different island before disappearance and where considered as main hiding spot for the gods jewel. Nobody knows how the maps leaked to the world, if ring were hidden with the intension of making them hidden forever. but they all know. The things they were looking for was just in front of them. ######################################## Departing from the Jamaica''s port (runaway bay) As I witness the scorching suns heavenly walk on the blue turning reddish-saffron carpet. I was losing a part of my life. The skulled hoisted flag had already past the starting line of reach and utter hope of nothingness can be felt as it was slowly disappearing from my sight. The pain of not able to do anything was just like a near dead fish trying it''s best to get into water but everything is futile. "So, it sailed huh." Mary said behind me. She was looking confused at first but she was quite familiar with the Jacks ship as she saw the waving skulled cross flag passed through the mist. Everything had been taken from me. First my home, my family and now my existance to live. No this is not going to end this way, nor until I am alive. I turned behind, I grapped the shoulder of Marry firmly, as I looked into her eyes. "We need a boat," she got surprised by raising her eyebrows on her tiny cute face. But my desision was as firm as a daimond and it was not going to change at any cost. I started looking for a loose boat on the port, we are going fishing. I knew there is a big risk involved stealing someone else boat but this was my only line. I found it, the boat was not that much heavy, it was a small four seater fishermen yacht and the knot to the nail was freed and it looked like it was going to sway away any time soon. I looked my surrounding, most of them are busy doing there own chores because many were getting ready to depart as early as the first wave of the morning. Just as I was going to get my hands on the yacht. "Stop that, what are you doing," she firmly clawed my right hand which were reaching out for rope. "Can''t you see, we need a boat and we are just taking it." I whispered. She replied me in an angered tone,"isn''t it just the same what they did to you." Those words are like a fork knife peireced straight through the skull. I had never thought words could hurt that much. It was the worst helpless situation excluding my past. I cannot reach out to them even though they are straight ahead.Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. "Dammit, you tell me then, what should I do." She smiled and said we are doing this in my way. She pulled my hands and dragged me to the turning alleys of the the Jamaica. untill we reached a small hut made of the withered woods. Two to three layers of sail''s cloth were on top of that small wooden structure. It was not that firm and can be felled at anytime. "Hey look captain marry had arrived," three boys of same ages poped there head out of the door like opening which was covered by dropping sail cloth. "Ya, chief. your captain had arrived," it looked like she was into the role of a pirate and those were her lackey. They moved forward coming out of the opening. "I am Clark, Stark here, Mark my presence," (Note: mark is also a name.) Just as I thought they were triplets, but it doesn''t concerned me. I looked at Mary irritatedly. The gleam on her eyes changed and started giving off serious aura. "Boys, listen carefully because this can be our first and the last mission, but we are prepared to take on to anything the life throws at us because this is the only thing we know." She walked side by side in front of the mini triplets. In a way as a general gives to his cadets. As soon as she she raised her hands they dispersed into different direction. I don''t know what was going on. She got inside first and then give me signal to come inside. It was a small cabinet, now I get it why it was giving of familiar vibes to the ship because it was the ship which was broken into pieces untill one cabinet left. It was dimly sun yellow lit with the fishy smell, though not complaining I am a man of sea but this is the strongest smell to it. She offered me a chair, I took the the offer. The comedic vibe had long gone and its time to do the business. It was congested but have the warmth of the dozen of fur giving me the sweat of my life. She pulled out the golden brown, ruffed up, rolled binded with a rope scroll. She untied it and put that piece of ancient paper on table. It was on its full glory. Please refer the link on pre author note. The map showed the answer to my question. She explained, that the Jacks "Dawn ship" had been departed from the Runaway port of Jamaica and is going to land on Santiago de cuba. Well that all cleared but the question is how did she get that map and how reliable is this and another. where are we going to get the freaking ship to sail. "That''s where they come into play," she looked at the opening of the cabinet shrouded by the sail as it opens giving the gleaming rays from outside carrying the saltiness of wind. Finally getting some relive ily fresh air and the salty taste of the sea. (Note, it was so congested and unventilated that the fishy smell had already covered the saltiness of the seaside.) The triplets were back. "I am Clark, Stark here, Mark my presence," Ya ya I have mark your presence. "So did you do the same as we practise." She spoked. "Aye aye, captain," resonating voice from trio. The game begins...... It was night time, Big black pearl eyes was glaring at me creepily, though not intensionally. A medium-sized tawny colored owl that was it is, sitting over one the ship''s crows nest. (Note, a very high place on ship used for lookout). I was on the bay for lookout hiding in one of the barrels peeping right through one of its hole. Trio were soon going to give me two signals. There it was the first one, now I know the reason of that fishy smell it was the rodent. The trio flight the rodent very high seems to attracting the perching gaze of the snowy owl. Owl lifts from the crows nest and peireced it''s claws right through the goey meat of the black furred. It sat back again on the crows nest and perched through the meat untill nothing was left leaving it''s golden beak bloody red. This was the time, rodent was thrown far opposite from the sea in a projectile way. The owl''s got the greed. I have to run, as I lifted my self up from inside the barrel, there were no one else on this time, just as she said most of people would be at the drunkard of tavern or brothel. I reached the boat, it was a semi sized yacht with sail still on. At the time when she was rectifying her plan. It was to get a ship from his fiancee who is a patrol officer. Though she doesn''t admit it. But we are going to snatch that boat. The boat would also be empty as on this time he would be in Mary''s tavern. "This is not stealing because he would eat and drink free from the tavern as a promise to take care of me and i am just receiving my payment," she added when we are still discussing our plan. Though I don''t care,but this is getting pretty complicated. I got near the ship, though smaller than what I have seen it has one sail, which give the feel of the small boat. The winds were on the heavy side, which were drifting my cloths with it. I pushed my legs on the not so firm wood of dock and lifted to get on the deck. Now it''s my time to give the signal, the owl''s time to return as I pulled the string to wave the sail. A gleaming silver light glazed sliding passed through my eyes. I slipped in bewilderment. A man blackish silhouette was standing in front of the moon light as he gazed upon me. He pointed the sword and said. "FIGHT AND TAKE IT." (Action begins next time.....) 6. THE DRUNKEN STYLE Is The Karl Style part 1 6. THE DRUNKEN STYLE Is The Karl Style Previously, Ryan was in a desperate need for a boat to reach cubes and was helped by Mary to borrow the boat of his fiance as a payment for the beer. But he get into a big trouble when he was failed to notice the presence of a mysterious man and who challenged him on the yacht. ###################### Jamaica (runaway port) I was on the ground. Time had changed. the silent starry sea had started its saltshower on shore. Mostly indicating the probability of storm. He was standing. Looking down on me, pointing his sharped apex of the sword. "Hey officer I would not.... hicup...ste..al your wine, please spare hicup." He looked kinda a drunk. A well built man, with medium curly head. His lefthand was handcuffed by chain to the pole of the sail. "Huh, don''t you look thin...... officer .....hicup......does your fiance ran away or what," he pushed his sword back to his backside sleeve near his right waist. There was a bottle hanging to a rope at left waist with another sword sleeve. He reached out to the left side of his waist, pulled out a bag bottle made up of quite elastic fibre. He put the opening through his mouth. "Gulp gulp, haah that''s hit the spot, this is last now I swear I will not touch any WI..hicup..ne." This time he bent and reached out to the bag side of the long boots. A glossy bottle of wine perhaps. He took that out. Reached towards his mouth Gulped it in a one go. Why do I feel like he is doing opposite of what he told me just now. This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.." When are you... Hicuup... leaving me of the charges officer, wait.....hmmm.. who are you." Seriously, this is bad I have no weapon and he is out of his mind. "Hmm let me think ........a hero. Ya that is what you are. You come to save me." He said. I should be frank because he is starting to piss me off." No I am taking this ship as of now." "Pirates huh, got guts to challenge me........what was my Nick name. Well never mind" He said as he throwed the bottle backward into the dark blue. Whopped his mouth with his right long sleeve. He reached out to his left waist sword and pierced the wooden deck with the sword and left it standing. "Fight and take the ship," he said glaringly in a heavy voice. With having no last resort left, fight begins. I firmly gripped my hand to the rigid metal, engraved lightly with silver lining. I took off the the sword through the deck. He reached out for his right sword and pulled out from the sleeve. He was handicapped as his left hand was cuffed up with a chain and was mentally unstable. ATTACK IS THE ONE OF THE BEST DEFENCE thinking that. I move forward. slashed obliqly "Clang" he blocked it. He pushed me with the sword resulting me to step back. It was his sheer force. He thrust straight. It was quick, it glazed pass through my left side of neck beacuse of the slight tilting of boat due to waves. I gulped, but this is my chance. I slashed forward He avoided, by swiftly moving backyard. Dang it, I will be in trouble if this is going to stretch any longer. "Got Swift..... Move" he spoke in a drunken way. "But real fight begins now," He moved forward and started slashing through my defense. I was just nearly able to block. "Haha... ''Clang''... Hahaha...''Clang''," he was laughing crazily while forcing me to take my steps backwards. ''Clang'', sheer madness can be seen in his eyes though it was dark skies, when metal grinded with metal. His eyes were shining with delight. ''CLANG'' sheer strengthpush by his sword took off my balance. "Oraaaaa," he screamed as he slashed making me collapse out of the boat into the dark sea. Like an autumn leave which is not needed anymore, which had became declared to fall long ago before it came to live. Bubble were moving contrastingly as I submerged into the deepest depth of the unknown sea. "Is this is how its going to end," 7. Submerged Into The Blue Lights 7. SUBMERGED INTO THE BLUE LIGHTS Cold . . Its freezingly chilly. that''s what my skin was feeling as I was fallen to the deepest of slumber submerged into the deepest of the black Sea. ............................... Huh, where am I. It''s all blank.... All of a sudden you go from consciousness to absolutely nothing. It is almost as if, for a few moments, you actually had died. Time or space stops existing as your memory goes out like a light. It was blank until. A man was standing little bit further facing his backside towards me. That body build, those clothes. He is Father, I called. He started moving more further away. where are you going, wait wait for me. "Father" I screamed. Don''t leave me alone. I ran toward him. There is someone else, on father side, pretty slim figure in a blue gown and a long hair. MOM, listen to me MOM, it''s futile I can''t able to reached to them. I ran, ran until I won''t be able to. why can''t I reach you. "MOM" I teared my throat on those word. She turned. Finally. She moved towards me. My heart was racing. She closed the distance between us. "You are alive mom," I always thought you would be alive. That accident was all a mistake right. That gentle smile of her I can see clearly with the gaze of antipication always looking towards me. "It was a mistake right, you would not leave me alone." I moved my finger to feel her soft rosy cheeks. My heart was on the verge of bursting out. My hand passed through her. She cracked and broked like a mirror of dream burst as it turned into sparkling dust cluster surrounding me and fades away.This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience. ...................................... My eyes opened swiftly, a blue light was revolving around my head. Spreading blue sparkle. It passed through my eyes again, I reached out, I missed. It moved out of range. It followed its usual trajectory of revolving. Curious to know what it is. I used both my hands, they were feeling kinda heavy and this time I missed it again. Though I would had capture it this time but it change it trajectory and was moving away in upwards. As the blue sparkle fades away surrounding me. "Huh," I can''t breath. Losing the ability to breathe at first feels like the worst thing that could possible, so your brain then lets your body breathe in water, only to find something worse. I have to get out of here. I realised I was laying on a broken crustle of diatomaceous earth. The blue light was still glowing at the the top, I have to reach out to that. "Ryan," a funny distorted voice was resonating my ear drums. "Ryan," that voice. She is Mary. I was fighting with that chained guy. I became aware of what''s going on, what am I doing all this for. I pushed my boots on those porous rigid earth as I swam towards the night sky. "Haaaa," I came out from the utter slumber of the dense blue. My breath was not calming down nor my heart. "Ryan, what are you doing, we are moving out." I saw Mary standing on the yacht. Wait what''s going on. Isn''t a man was guarding the ship and what was that blue light. She reached out her hand and lifted me upwards into the yacht. 8.1 John Rogues: I Do Things In My Own Way 8.1 John Rogues: I Do Things In My Own Way 2 days prior to the departure from Jamaica. Barranquilla, Columbia Reserve navy port. He is John Rogues and his Moto is to do it in his own way. It was night time, below the starry blue skies reflecting a mirror image of sea. A man in his 20s was standing on the dock, carrying the weight of his luggage and smoking from his pipe as if taking the last tobbaco of his life. Waiting for the ship to depart. The wind''s were sure on the high tide on that day. Long hair of his was corded to the backside. Flaunting his facial hair. Wind was so high as it was carrying papers with it, twirling and curling riding the wind wave. in one of them was a wanted man with curly hair named Karl. "Vice admiral," a voice came. He turned. A short statured man was running in a pace. "My deepest apology, admiral had sent this letter." A thin man with a clean clear cut face, Robin was his name. He handed the letter to the vice admiral. He pulled the golden string from the scroll. Read through the blue inkish words. "Dammit, that damn admiral," his eyes shrink as he said with serious expression. . "Vice admiral," Robin said. "Robin, take care of my luggage until I return." He walked towards the opposite of the sea into the navy office, admiral cabinet He reached a small wooden hut, Noway in the hell does it look like a navy cabinet of admiral but this is because of the low budget. He pushed the wooden door open in a smack. If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.Reached out for the desk and punched the paper first on the table. "What is this," he said glaringly towards a man in his 40s with white long beard and hair. Who was sleeping on his chair. He waked up from the sound of the vice admiral. "Oh, John. He got a good look on John standing in casual loose cloth. ''Yawning,'' you are the only one who have guts to barge in the senior officer cabin." "Guts are not required to reveal someone secret that he is just lazing around in the name of work," "Now, now don''t be harsh. But it''s true your holiday for three days is been cancelled," he said moving his head left right. Expressing himself he can''t do any thing about it. This orders are from the higher ups. The mission written on the paper was to capture the criminal on run ''COLICO JACK¡¯ who is on his way to cubes. As of why he was assign this mission is because of unusual rise in his rank in such a small amount of time. "Look mister grandpa of noone, this is my chance to meet my fiance after a month and I am going on my own way." He turned around and took his leave. "Kids this days, take everything too hypermindedly. Well never mind. I have to take care of my sleep." He walked through. Carving the waves of wind to reach to the docks. "Damn, he tricked me. He made that ship depart 10 mins early. That bastard admiral will do anything to make me accept that mission." He said this when he saw the last ship in which he was going to board had already departed from the port. He watched as the ship sail. "Vice admiral, your luggage." Robin came running with bags when he saw John near dock. "Guess, luck is on my side, follow me robin." He saw a fisherman boat landed on the dock. It was a small singlesail yacht. He walked through the coastline of the sea to reach to the boat. What was prodigious about that boat was there was an owl sitting on top of the sail. It had quite a spark in his eyes just as a predator looking at his underdog. He put his leg sole over the apex-edge of the boat. Relaxing his hand over the lap of his leg. "Can we get a ride," he said, while expealing his smoke pipe out of the mouth with the exhaled smoke which smeared into air. A man covering himself with a blanket and had a sleeping posture. Guess, disturbed when he was having sweet dreams. He removed his blanket and in a way it was quite suprising, a curly bed hair guy with 15 of empty bottle of wine. Well it doesn''t look unusual if it was filled. It can be reasoned that it is for trade but a man to drink this much in just one day journey. Is not normal. Taking the support of the backside edge behind the sail of boat. "Care to..... Hicuup... join. My friend," 8.2 CAUGHT IN A HANGOVER 8.2 CAUGHT IN A HANGOVER The day of arrival of John roughes and departure of Ryan. (This is a pov of Robin. A soldier in a navy Columbia.) What the hell is up with this man, covered in the evaporating foam of rum. Giving off the stench of a deep down distilled molasses. I don''t even want to look at his face covered with the thick drool of the mouth as it overlaps with his hazy curly hair covering his whole face. Is he took a bath in a rum of sea before coming here. "Robin get the luggage in, we are going onboard,". John said. "Ok, wait what does that ''we'' suppose to mean" I said. "Just as you heard," Dammit man, what does he even thinking. That bastard of vice admiral. Increasing my work on the day off. Who does he think he is.. "Get on the deck, sailor." John giving him the sign to onboard. "Yes, sir." Well, nevermind. Those heavy luggage what are in them anyway. I put those into the corner of the boat. As that bastard of the admiral sat near the tiller(steering pole attach to rudder) of the boat giving orders to open the sail and to depart from the dock. The winds were chilling. I tide the mast sail(vertical main pole,where sail is attached) to the end of the boom(horizontal pole) and rotated the boom straight at 90 degree from the winds. The end boom pole revolved over the sleeping dork of useless drunken man. It should have hit him straight onto the face, damn if he was standing rather than laying on hull(deck of the boat).The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. "Ready to sail," I said. With the next heavy gust we deported. The puff of the main sail was proudly tearing it''s way through the wind. Vice admiral is getting his shit together handling the direction of the boat. He moved tiller(handle). The direction changes as the underwater rudder moves with respect to the tiller. I have to just adjust the sail perpendicular to wind. Guess this is not that bad. 4 hours later, I am going to die like seriously. Wind had been died down, it was once looked like a begining of storm. Turned out to be serene sea. But what is really pissing me off is why I am the only one rowing the boat. My hands are not that big dammit, it just oars are way bigger. "Sigh" this suck I should had stopped me from going through hell. Sitting near between the mast(horizontal main sail pole) and the pointed apex of the boat. I gripped the end of the oars passing through the oarhole firmly and rotated it anticlockwise looking straight towards the admiral near tiller. Life sucks as I moved my head up towards the stary sky, oh Polaris''s. "Hmm, come near me Mary, let me give you a kiss." John was sleeptaking. Like whaaaaaat the hell he is spouting. He was in his sweet slumber and I am suffering from deep lumber. This situation cannot be more bad than this. After 2 hours of constant paddling through oars, "blub, blub" haah it''s storm we were clearly sailing on boast. But I am suffering this time too dammit. Water is filling inside, as I removed them it doubled. With the splashes of the salty spray sprung over. ''splash'' haah it''s chillingly freezing. Admiral had woken up but what about drunken frisky hair. He is still paying his visit to his merry Dreamland of rum. Ohhh just kill me already. ''Splash''. 9. Bizzare Play: Dead Man Ship. 9. Bizzare Play: Dead Man Ship. Our sailboat had passed half way of its journey to reach (runway port) Jamaica. The scroching red flaming wheel was just over the horizon. The white rays hits the eyes waking the admiral up. Sudden night storm had been subsided away. Sulking the life force out of me. "Robin, get some sleep," vice admiral asked. Finally, some rest. Drunken frishky mate is still on his hangover over his glass bottle. laying inside the cover of his black thin blanket. How was he able to sleep in that stormy night. "Hmm" now that I take a closer look. This bottles look expensive. Is this rum that much strong. It had a quite a different mark than regular one. I reached out my hands towards it. " Oh holy mother of..," a snow owl passed in front of my eyes. Was that a warning call. I looked into the sky to follow its wings. "Hah," foggy mist suddenly started shrouding and my eye sight got 10 to 0 in point blank second not able to see far. My senses were down. I tried to looked straight. Black shadow emerged from fog. Giving off all the greyish shadow ashes. My lower jaw dropped as my mouth just gaped open. I was surprised. Looking at the frilish flag of skull on top of the smokey mast of the large ship. Fog was surrounding the ship. "Get ready, pirates," vice admiral stood up. he moved the tiller right side. To get out of the large ship''s path. Refer to the image link please. It was barque a three mast ship with pointed bow(front). Huh our ship stopped. "We are going updeck." John said as he noticed something was wrong. "Wait what, we can''t. there can be a crew it''s pirate ship. I might not want to be an hinderance," "Get your weapon prepared. Robin," good now I am just been ignored. We got our boat anchored to the side of the barque. Grey ashes were still surrounding the sea. Nobody can be seen on the deck, which is kinda a suprising. John centrifuged the hook roped and throwed it straight towards the gunwall( cavity in upper deck wall to support big gun). It hooked. He streghted the chainrope to see it''s tensility and asked me to go first. I was like noooooooo, nevermind. I am here for experiment dammit. I have to seriously do something about vice admiral otherwise my vitality will be shorten. I took a deepest breath in my life and probably the last one. Gripped my hands around the rope tightly and started climbing through my remaining time of life as it keep on decreasing. Finally, "huff," I landed on the deck. it is kinda difficult to see as the grey ashclouds were hindering my vision. There was a pretty bad stench of a rotting fish.The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings. My eyes caught something. I moved forward. There was something..... "Haaaaaaaaa. I lashed backwards thanks to my toes. What was that? "Holy shit," I am dreaming. yes this is all a dream. I hit the chest of John. "Robin," with a smile John said "Sorry sir," I moved aside from his path. there shouldn''t be much difference in our age but why did it feel like he is more of a bad news than what I just saw. One day I am going to tear that pony tail of his head. He moved towards the ashes as I followed keeping my sword out in front of me. This was gory, the man''s head was pierced right through his tough skull, hanging like a bearded hairy flag with nothing to care about on the deck with the help of the standing sword. It was litteraly like a vertically standing barbeque stick with a human meat and reddish black sauce. "Is this what made your pants wet, Robin," he removed the sword out of the deck with the skull still hanginly penetrated. Oh come on this is just a meat on a stick with RED§ÁUM sauce. "Who is afrai.....vomiting," oh I am dead. John throwed the head into the sea but my eyes were burning with the meat in the stick image.Grey smoke were subsiding because of strong winds."Vomiting noise" I would prefer not to increase more stench but dammit it is a corpse ship. "vomiting". Everyone had become meat. With the line of black vulture fluttering and tearing their feast. I looked in those black round eyes of vulture, they are very nostalgic. May be remind me of my mother. "Hmm, nah she is much better." John moved towards the capstan( a vertical rotating device to used to control anchor of ship manually) near the mainmast. Vulture''s were quite curious or may be fed up with their meaty breakfast as their head followed vice admiral greedily. The capstan was slightly in an anchored state. May be they were anchoring at the time of storm. Sails were also down so that they don''t flow with the wind. "What would have happened here." John asked as he moved towards aft(opposite to bow or the stern area of deck). "A plague maybe," "Nah,Yellow Jack is not on the sail," looking throughout the corpse. ( Yellow Jack is a flag to notify there is a disease in ship.) "A fight between members, ya that''s why there was a meat stick," fight between other pirates can''t be because there was no damage to the ship so it got to be inmates fight. "You know there was this one-time I saw the deadliest fight in the navy. One man captain vs 40 of its crew mate. What do you thing who won." He investigated the flesh cuts from the swords as he traches the cuts through his finger. What the hell is he spouting obviously, 40 men will win isn''t it obvious. "Haha-haha-haHaha he is still alive, I would never forget this fighting style." He is gone full pinheaded I guess. I moved towards the captain cabin, to know what was going on. That idiot is day dreaming. I opened the wooden carved door. "Huh, clang sound of glass" my leg hit an empty glass bottle. I lift it up it has a weird pattern which kinda a remind me of something..........It suddenly clicked, this bottle, noway drunken frishky. "Robin," admiral screamed from the deck...... (Action begins next time) 10. Curses: A Vision Stone. Previously, vice admiral ("john") had left for Jamaica to meet his fiance Marry. Though not able to find any aid from navy related to transportation. Luckily, he got his hands on a small sailboat and got the ride by a frishky haired drunken mate. He left for the journey destroying the holiday of one of the sailor "Robin" by dragging him along with him. With the utter hardship of the windy nights they covered half of the journey just to encounter the undead ship of dead. What would had happen? Who would have done that?....... Barque ship: captain cabin near aft(stern or backside of ship). "Robin" loud call from the deck. I dashed through the door. What happened? vice admiral. I asked moving my eyes to percep the situation. He was bending down to one of his knees towards the corpse of..Hmm... Captain I guess, it had a captain hat on it. And a thick bleeding scar running obliquely through his nose to the end of the ear lobe with the right eyeball left drooping. It was obvious, a skulled flag ship, vice admiral hastiness and interest on a single corpse. all the things are pointing towards a single conclusion. A large largess(bounty). "Sir, if it had a large bounty please share it with me sir." I asked. "You can take the bounty of zero penny, Robin but what interest me is this neckless, john said.''Oh'' i get it an expensively rare one. Looking at the angry glared expression of vice admiral I guess I am wrong. Here wear this, he handed me a silver chained water droplet shape golden stone. My eyes they are not stopping their shower, "are you for real giving this expensive thing to me, ''sob sob'' I am sorry until now I was not able to see that you are also a human," "What were you seeing me before," he asked with a sense of curiosity in his head. "No, nothing," I wore the sliver chain, the glittering linning was shinning from my neck complementing the golden shine of the droplet. What this feeling.....!! Where am I? Huh I am on a wooden floor its same as the barque ship, it was a golden dimly lit room. It''s a captain cabin. it means I am in the ship. i am waking outside the cabin towards the deck. Somehow it feel restricted and short heighted, my eye level is low. I am not able to move independently as if someone else is controlling me. "Loud noises of gust. I came out to the deck, though I was not controlling my self it is as if my eyes are the only thing I can control. Gazes of winds slashed In a hurry giving me chills. In front of my eyes were sailors or may be they are pirates all doing their chores. Wait. what?? how can there be so many man''s here. all were dead isn''t it. "Captain, it''s look like the arrival of the storm." A men in white shirt with noted sleeves and opened chest came running. ''heh'' why is he telling me that and first of all who is the captain he is referring to. "Get all the sails down matey , drop the anchor to the sea we are facing the cloudburst." It looks like my mouth is also not in my control. I knew this neckless was not normal, it was a vision stone. A stone which records a days memory before bursting up and I am inside the dead captian body the day before this incident occur. He(dead captain) moved towards the bowsprit as his hand lifted and banged the skull of one of the sailor. "Anchor the ship move your hip faster matey, roll those capstan(horizontal wheel like device used to for anchoring). The sailors were running furiously, putting the sails down of the three mast(vertical pole). Tieing themselves with the rope as a safety precautions, suddenly slipping here and there. "Second in command, kelvin get the steering wheel."Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. Kelvin gone past to the main mast to reached the steering wheel on the aft side but little did he know, the gun wall was hooked by a rope from the sea as he noticed a man came climbing through the side. He landed into the deck. "Hicuup, are you piraaaates mateey." With a smug smile on his face and curly long hair covering his right eye his silvery left eye gleamed. He throwed the empty glass bottle on the floor. "Oops, this is your last thunnnnnnndercloud." He faded lashing through the stormy wind cutting past the kelvin as his head was flunged. Already dead. Lavishingly unsheathing his second sword. Nonononono, frisky haired DRUNKEN man. I knew he was the one but this is bad he is coming straight for me. "Mateeeeeeey," the call was loud. The dead captain call the crew as the deck got heated. It was 20 vs 1. "Are you pirates." He asked the same question again. One of the sailor, horizontal slashed. He got out of the range by ducking that. Peircing his throat. "Ahh a ah, blood flood through his mouth as he bends to his knees covering his wound but it was futile. The ship started to show twist and turns as the stormy waves kicks in quaking the wooden floor. But their was no effect on this drunken man as if he live his life with a blood lust. He advance. Advances faster slashing his way. Cutting his way through the meat from both the sword. Drunken frisky already got near me peircing right through the 20 men crew by using his smoke bomb to blind the enemy and slicing straight through them. It''s good I am not the captain but this feels real. He lashed the right sword upright in a way to tear the whole body, it was blocked by right steel plate. " you are pirates aren''t you, then you must know where is Rudolf." He asked. Heavy breathing and gasps. Seeing straight into the eyes his silver eyes shines with the demise. "He is already dead bastard, and now it''s your time." Dead captain replied. Pushing the DRUNKEN man with all his power. He stepped backward because of the force. Panting the heavy breaths into the cold windy night it was clear both were equally strong. It was a fight of not just strength but competence. "Give up, already and i will let you die peacefully," dead captain said. "Not untill I kill Rudolf," he said advancing. He cut through his side rope. The mizzen mast sail falls. Making the dead captain blind just for 1 sec. Not able to see anything until he was in front of him. Slashing straight through his face gouging his right eye as it pops out like a egg yolk. he was not finished yet. Forcing himself on toes against the deck to get that bit of thrust."ahhhhhhhhh" He pierced straight to the skull. "Ahhhhhhhhh, my face," I was back in reality. Feeling my face from both of my hands. ''huh'' the necklace burst with silver golden sparkle spreading the glimmering dust. "Hurry up, we got what we need, we have to reach Jamaica before night." John said. "Aye aye sir," no wait I am not coming to the boat in which that lunatic is riding. No never never ever. "Fine, then enjoy with your new friends. I will take my leave." John said. I turned backs to look at the dreadful sight. "Wait for me I am coming too," though not a stormy one but it was one of the chilliest morning. First thing was done was to handcuff this drunken frisky. "Huh, maaaaate due you have sooooome rore mum." I guess he asking for rum. He waked up just to open his mouth to ask for more rum. His personality is totally opposite of what I saw. Soon the lavaish sunset hit the sea as we hit the shores of the Jamaica(runway port). We thought drunken frisky was so drunk to sleep that we let him chained to the mast of the sailboat. At that time Ryan was discussing the plan with Marry to get the ship. Triplets were asked to look for the ship from which john was going to arrive. "Hmm" "hmmm" "hmmmm" we found uncle John ship. Triplets said chorusly. When Ryan reached to the dock to get the ship, john was on his visit to the Marry tavern. To meet Marry his fiance though not accepted by Marry and get his free RUM and food. Tavern John dilemma "Do you think cloud look down and say, this one shaped like an idiot because you are looking to me just like that one," "But there is roof above me," old man said. "Dammm, how can you leave your only daughter to a stranger," john said. Robin romeoside At that time, he had never would have imagined in his dreams. That he would be going through this....... Marry''s frustration "Did we reached the Cubes yet." She asked. "We are not even half way through" Ryan replied. "Did we reach yet," "Come-on it''s not even 5 min. You have asked the same thing," Karl''s hangover Vomiting vomiting vomiting. "Curses, why you drink that much," Vomiting......... 11. THE LOST CASE 11. THE LOST CASE Near dock Jamaica. Gazing through the dawn sky near the endless sea, getting ready to get dye black night sky in red. John wondered "Hmm, where does the ship gone, I had told Robin to keep an eye on that." 30 mins later tapping his footsteps in annoyance. "Sir," robin screamed he came running through from behind. Heavy panting, relaxing his hands onto his kness,"did you met your fiance." His cheeks were bright red with lipstick marks and were having hands mark on both side. "You sure are excited to know about that, but first where is the boat." John looked at him percingly. Robin looked towards the sea. He replied averting his eyes from his front,"well I was caught up into..hmm.. Ha important bussiness. It''s not like how it''s look." Loud siren from the sea shore, a flag was sailing it was a navy ship. Boarding towards the vice admiral with the reddish rays of dawn sky. Emerging from behind like solar flare carving through the sea waves. "Guess you got some luck to spare, Robin." John said with grin. At MARRY''S tavern. Old man looked around, his tavern had became a garden of bushes and shrubs as the whole wooden tree had been twistly surrounded the tavern from outside in a way it can crush the wooden stature within the snap of the finger. 5 hour before Dock Robin was walking to and fro on the deck. "Fuck this, I am not going to be alone with this lunatic, order this order that, shitty admiral what does he think, if he get a promotion in a very small time he is overthe top of the world." Sound of the bottle crashed, curled hair man was moving it''s legs in his sleeps, which were hitting glass bottle. Robin thought "I should better left him here. He is tied anyway. That admiral must be enjoying with his fiance. What about me..., He felt deepresed. Nah, I would also enjoy. Ladies, I am coming." Tavern Looking at the huminoid cardboard wooden cut piece of marry "Now, isn''t this a very beautiful tavern, it would be bad if it gets destroyed isn''t it." John said sarcasmly with a smile. He was up onto the counter having the conversation with the MARRY''S grandfather.Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. "Ya, your free feast place should be gone," old man replied. Twitching his eyes in annoying manner,"you know can''t you tell me where does my lady gone too." "I don''t know what you are talking about, my granddaughter is standing beside me look she is smiling." It was getting on the admiral john nerves, " I was not going to use this but you had just done enough. He slammed his palm on to the counter as it started to shake. The green ring shone mesmerising the pearl beauty. "This is happening because of you old man." The curling barks of vein came out of the tiles , moving in and out of the walls. Climbing up. surrounding it till the last moon light fades away. "One snap and it''s all ruin." John said. He glared the old man eyes, as stubborn as before. "Fine, old fool." He signs and left. Breaking an opening through the gates. "Now were should I look for her." John thought. His eyesight moved towards three children coming from the dock. They were swaying the rats in their hands and mumbling as they passed to him. John stopped and turned, " hey kids wants some candy." He showed a square thing covered by a white paper." I am Clark, Stark here, Mark my presence," the trio replied. "Oh, uncle John. Stark said. "Shh marry said to don''t take to him." Clark whisperrd. John grinned. "So why she told that you shouldn''t tell me." Mark replied to john because he was a freeloader. John eyes twitched in annoyance. "Ya she told to not tell him that they are going after the pirate jack crew. Hmm hmm," stark nodded his head. Clark fisted the head of the stark," you idiot." Dammit, What she was thinking going after them, john thought. He hurriedly walk his way through the dock. In the mean time. Robin walked pass through the alley, in opposite direction to the tavern. It should be here somewhere. He thought. fisherman were moving to the docks. Women were getting ready to setup the marketstalls. "Glimpse of it, only glimpse of it is till fine." He thought desperately as he floats though dreaming along the path. In a minute he was standing in front of a large shop. Proudly staring at the wooden door. "Hi the sweet aroma, I am coming." His hand reached towards the iron circular handle as he pushed it. "Hmm," he pushed it," hmm." He banged the door handle and screamed to let him in. The door clanked opened slightly as the eye peircing through the gap looked at him. An old lady asked," what''s the matter."Is mamamia is there, Mamma Mia mamamia, your favourite coustomer is here." He spoked cheerfully. "Shut up, you idiot, this brotheal is booked for today, you can come other time." He nodded as he replied with a smirk," you can''t stop me now, old lady. After crossing the seven seas I have became the lustful beast, set aside lady I can even able to eat you up." She blushed," fine, but don''t regret it." The door was finally going to open to the heavens. He entered proudly as if he had achieved everything in his life climbing the stairhood of adulthood. He opened the door of the room. Looking at the seven muscular man dressed in opposite "Ha" he said "ha" old lady curiously said. "Guess my beast is fused hahaha." Robin said. He turned but the hands reached out to him. As the doors closed. "Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo." At that time on dock, huh where is my ship. To be continued...........