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StormnAngels "D" Litter
Jan 5, 2004
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Captain's Log
HMS StormnAngels
Fourth Voyage
Day 62
 I
take quill in hand this 5th day of January in the year of
2004 to make an entry about our adventures on the high seas.
In all fairness, I was warned two months ago about the notorious "Pirates
of the Caribbean" who might overtake us and board our ship.
I'd heard tales of this legendary band of roaming marauders
in search of plunder. We had kept up a vigilant watch during
our travels and had sighted five or six of them aboard their
ghost ships during mid-month of December. I heard at our
ports-of-call later that their numbers were growing but I
was not sure until this very day when I met them all.
The biting northerly winds blew and swept in a dawn cold
and grey. I stood at the bow of my ship and watched as the
first ship, the Shenyen, broke across the horizon. Laden
with cargo, sure to be overflowing with priceless treasures,
the Jolly Roger flapping in the bitter breezes. Despite being
laden with cargo she bore down steadily toward us. We could
not turn to outrun her and so I held firm to face my destiny.
The first we saw was one of a handful of women who sailed
the deep blue. I had my first glimpse of the notorious black
Pearl as she came aboard, dressed in garments of midnight's
ebony with a touch of white lace at her throat. "All me shipmates
be arrivin' soon," she announced and, with that, took to
exploring the poopdeck.
She spoke the truth. We didn't have to wait too long before
her comrades began appearing, one by one. Hollers of "Avast!" and "Begads!" and "Shiver
Me Timbers!" from the crimson Pirate as he made his way toward
us. He looked daring in his coal black garb and he flashed
a sparkling sash of white.
The third, another female rebel, sauntered by me. "I be
Swann," she growled. She shook her flowing raven hair, adjusted
the white ribbons that flowed upon her bodice, stuck out
her tongue at me, and found her place by Pearl.
 The
fourth, Savvy, was quite the lovely lass for a raider. Wearing
a pitch-black gown decorated prettily with tan adornment,
she looked to my first mate, Aislinn, and demanded, "We hear
ye carry the finest drinks to be had upon this vessel. Be
it true?" Before Aislinn had time to answer, there was more
disturbance in the form of the fifth seawolf.
It was the swarthy scoundrel known as Rummy. He battled
his way across the deck teetering with cutlass in one hand
and his drinking flask in the other. He took his time in
revealing his nature but he couldn't hide his devilish good
looks. He wore black accented with eye patches and boots
of tan. A deep tan beard covered his face. "Avast, me divvies!
No use wastin' time when there's liquid gold to be had!"
The sixth blackguard donned in jet attire, a white fringe
upon his chest. Known as the buccaneer Parley, he introduced
himself with a flourish. "We smuggle, we dig and we bury
our treasures. X marks the spot, me hearties!!"
Royal, the seventh, a bonny lass impeccably arrayed in rich
sable, her face tanned from the sun. Dainty dark brown boots
and an ermine ruffle at her neck. "There be two we wait for
now," she said.
Upon hearing that, Rummy looked around. "But where has all
the rum gone? Bring more ale!!"
We huddled in the warmth of the HMS StormnAngels for some
time before these rogues tossed me out on deck into the bitter
gales and rolling seas to await the arrival of the eighth
member of their crew. And I must say that the handsome Swashbuckler
made quite the entrance. He arrived with all the daring and
panache that he could muster. He wore an overcoat of midnight's
colour with tan leggings, boots and frills. His daredevil
voice "Catch me if ye will!" hung in the icy wind. He laughed,
and only when I was forced to grab a hold of him was I able
to escort him below decks to his companions.
The ninth to board us was the infamous Rapscallion. I admit
he looked so dashing in his deep bold colours of black and
tan. He swaggered and cried, "Arrrrgh!! We all be here! Man
the braces, ye swabs! Let down and haul to run free," he
called to my crew.
It is after midnight now as I write this. I have been confined
to my quarters but I can hear them. The scallywags take over
my ship and the precious cargo and kegs. I know they lift
their tankards in unison and I can hear their lusty voices
singing, "Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum. A pirate's life for
me."
Special note of recommendation: My first mate Aislinn has
stuck by me through these trials and tribulations. A more
loyal and dedicated first mate I could not find. |
