Just a idea I came up with after rewatching the Pirates of the Caribbean series and reading a few chapters of One Piece. Also after playing a couple Black Flag memory sequences. I sorta have a pirate addiction now. So yo-ho, yo-ho a pirates life for me.
"Talking"
Thinking
"Shouting!"
"Whispering."
"Flashback naration"
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A man was running through the deck of his ship, he ignores the cries of shipmates and their curses of him being a coward. He only wanted to earn easy money without working in a farm or anything like that.
He joined a pirate crew and they plundered the seas for years, but this was their last stop. They had chased a merchant ship to the Devil's Triangle, ignoring some superstitious crew mate's claim that it'll kill them all.
They should have listened.
Now ghost were descending among them, killing left and right. Bullets fly and swords clash at an attempt to repel them but all effort was wasted as bullets flew through and swords slip through them.
A sword flew past him and killed an unfortunate soul next to him. At that moment he tripped and turned to the attackers, by now all the crew had died and he was the last man standing.
Should he plea for mercy or fight to the death? But he doesn't need too because the captain of the attackers always needs one man alive.
The captain of the attackers was wearing a white, tattered bandana. He held a a Japanese katana in his hands and knives adorned his vest and belt. A red scarf was present as well as a once proud Navy uniform.
The captain spoke in a gravely voice "Name yourself pirate."
The pirate stutter and said his name "Steve Barts. P-please...don't kill me."
The captain and his crew laughed and a katana was planted on his chin.
"Don't worry, I always leave one person alive to tell the tale. After all..." he pauses as if looking for the word "Dead men tell no tales."
The pirate pants in relief and nearly threw himself down to thank every god he knows. But the pirate was famous for his sense of curiosity and asked "Are you Captain Chizome Akaguro?"
The katana planted itself next to his neck, just grazing it.
"Seems we have an intelligent fellow over here boys. Do you not want to hear how I became this..." he places his hands on his ghost body "thing?"
Steve nodded hoping it was the right answer.
"To begin I need to tell what I used to be. You do know right?"
"Y-yeah...p-pirate hunter, right?"
He laughs again "Correct, my father and his father before him had been pirate hunters, they went to Europe to kill pirates. They both died in the hands of pirates. So when the time came I left Japan and became one too, and I was the greatest. Every pirate ship was reduced to charred wood and every pirate slaughtered and hanged!" He puts a finger on his throat to emphasise his point.
"I was close to removing every stain of the pirate wrenches when the remaining few decided to gang against me. Oh I remember all their names. The Crawler, The Revenge and others. But one ship...that one ship...stood out among the rest...that damned ship..." he turns to Steve with a look filled malevolent hatred.
"The All Might."
Flashback
The All Might blasted cannons against man-o-war called, The Stendhal, as a futile attempt to fight back. But the All Might was a brig and was outgunned humongously, it was starting to retreat when a volley hit the stern, it didn't do much damage but a stray canonball injured the captain, a Japanese born American called Yagi Toshinori.
One person saw him fell and rushed to his aid. A young man barely out of his teens called Izuku Midoriya.
Toshinori pulled out a blue and red compass and let out his last words.
"Young Midoriya...this compass has been passed down from generation to generation...it guides you to the thing you want the most...never...betray...it..."
The boy cried as his mentor and father figure died there and as he does, the compass in his hands started turning into a light shade of emerald green.
He looks at the compass confused and notice the mantra 'One For All' engraved on the case in small words. He holds it with both hands and prayed and hope that it will really guide him to a way to save his crew mates.
"DEKU!! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" His best friend shouted.
They were childhood friends who were orphans and they had snuck onto The All Might when they were 6. He had became a natural skill with weaponry as he can easily operate canons, muskets and blades. Izuku in the other hand became a skilled navigator and became quartermaster at age 13.
Izuku ignores him and stares at the direction of the compass. It pointed somewhere North-East so he turn and looks at the thing that would save them. As he did, a plan began forming in his mind.
"Devils Triangle."
"As the last of them fell I heard it. Then I saw ship trying to escape through the smoke."
Chizome used a telescope to identify the voice of the challenger and saw a young green haired pirate on the crows nest waving at him.
"Hello there. Lovely day for a sail ain't it?"
"He stood there and was like a little jackrabbit. And so he would earn the name that would haunt me for the rest of my life. The Deku."
"If you surrender to me now I shall let you live. I. Shall. Let. You. Live."
The boys laughs as he swung down on a rope that simultaneously raised a black pirate flag.
Chizome felt anger and ordered his ship to chase after them.
"That boy was mocking my power so I chased him. Knowing that I would run my wakizashi along his neck and when I finish, the pirate stain would finally be cleansed!"
Izuku was turning the ship's wheel and shouting orders.
"To the gutholes! Thread some line! Ready the bootlegs! Prepare the swivel guns!" He saw the moment and shouted "Portside now!"
Then the crew threw ropes to portside and the ship spun around the last minute, avoiding entering the Triangle. Chizome saw it and tried to turn but then Izuku shouted another signal. "FIRE!"
The swivel gun, manned by Bakugo took aim and he smiled as he fired. The cannon ball hit the Stendhal's wheel, preventing it from turning.
Chizome looks to the side as he saw Izuku swing his compass and grins mockingly, Katsuki sharing the grin.
Soon, The Stendhal's gunpowder reserve explodes in the Triangle, destroying the ship and killing its crew. As they sunk a red mist surrounded their bodies and their eyes turn red.
"He took everything from me and filled me with rage. And pain."
Izuku and Katsuki stood victoriously and they turn to see the crew mates holding different items in their hands.
"What's all this then?" Bakugo asked.
"Tribute...sirs."
They then slowly handed them items, swords, flintlocks and clothes. Bakugo took most of the items since Izuku didn't want them, returning them to their owners.
Katsuki puts on a tricorne hat, a black coat with orange lines on the sleeves and edges. He also adorned a pair of thick green gloves. He straps two flintlocks on his chest and another two on his belt.
Izuku remains with his white shirt and green bandana, he looks at the compass and then to his friend.
"Where too now Captain Katsuki Bakugo?" He asks teasingly.
Bakugo rubs his chin for a moment "Well I would like the counsel of my quartermaster before I make the decision."
Izuku looks at the compass "I'm thinking somewhere East."
And that's all for this chapter. Yes I copied this scene from Dead Men Tell No Tales. But the next few I'll try to be original as possible. If you like it leave a review and like. I'll see you in the next chapter.