Preface:
Sharks festered around the crimson tainted water littered with the cluster of broken ship debrief, and the disgusting remark of mauled limbs (the reason for the sharks' untimely frenzy). And, if you looked hard enough into the stillness of the blood soaked water, you would see the out line or, if unlucky enough, the sinking mass of what was once a pirate ship. However the ever, though impossible, if you could go down to those depths, you would find your attempts for sunken treasure in vain as your lungs exploded inside of you from the insane water pressure and fill with the restless onslaught of water filling them.
"There's a storm brewing boys…" came, the hard voice of Henriette "One Eye" Cooper, "I can feel it in me bones." Her crew, which she made sure, was comprised of only those who the ruthless pirate saw….capable of—well capable of not failing. And, she made sure that her crew was ordered in a specific way.
7, 9,8,6,2,0,11,
Seven brute strength
Nine sharp shooters
Eight cat o nines.
Six cutlass
2 personal guards.
0 right hand mates.
Eleven scurvy dogs.
Her crew was just that there used to be a one in there but when she was betrayed by that mate. (That's how she lost her eye)
"Captain, what have we got to fear, that was the only pirate that has challenged us for miles."
"Aye, ye scurvy dog… Well, every man is titled to his own opinion…" The gold hook handle of her dagger swung so fast through the air it was merely a glint of gold through the air. It hooked around the dog's shirt and pulled him closer to her than that poor fool had ever been.
"But I don't want," Said the female raccoon walking two of her fingers up and across his shoulders seductively, " to hear any!" she commanded looking her crew member up and down. "By the way your fly is down." She said while pulling it up so roughly the dog yelped twice and then a third time when she let go and began walking away. Her ringed tail swished against the male's face.
"Alright boys Mass west, we need to offer crusher a debt."
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