Eight days we have been on the trail, the waves crashing against the Black Pearl harshly as the air fills with the smell of salt and sea. Everywhere I turn, I see Thatch, word around Havana was every pirate there that fateful night had died.
I had heard tales that even myself was killed, but as we know that was a lie, I was snapped out of my thoughts when Cutler chuckled "In that last town, I was told we were nothing more then ghost tales, Fairy tales." He laughed causing me to grin, I turned to face him, my hands keeping on the wheel "They can say what they like Lad, but a Ghost could not burn a ship, or kill a King." I muttered, as we spoke, a royal ship approached, my eyes locked on it.
Present day
"So you were a Ghost, Why do I not believe you Laury." The voiced growled out, like a dog riddled with diseases. Only to receive a slight scoff from myself "I did not say we were Ghosts, That is what I was told we were."
After I spoke, I received a the butt of a musket to my face, causing a tooth to break from my mouth, my eyes land on the dark dungeon floor "If you are going to kill me, Just fucking do it." I shouted as the large metal door slammed shut and locked, leaving me alone in the darkness once again.
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Pirate's Lullaby
Historical Fiction"Sit around lads, let me tell you a tale about a cursed man, by the the Devil himself." That is how our story began, and now you get to see how it ends. Follow the life of Mori Laury, and his death, as well as the bloody battles in between! (Rating...
