There were few things that caught the greedy eye of a pirate; the most plentiful of gold, the most noble and wealthy of women, and the beauty of a mermaid. With shimmering yellow, spiteful females, and the wonder of mystery, it was hard for a man to choose what he wished to go after; wealth or the glaumor of the sirens. Both were admired choices, to be treated as the most important decision for a swashbuckler to make in his limited time.
Once you become a pirate, you never go back to being innocent. Early in your crew years you experience death many times; a simple shooting, perhaps a swordfight worth writing to your mama back home, or a hanging executed by the weak who can't handle the blood on their hands. It flashed, shining before your eyes for a split second before disappearing, just enough to make you think it's just your mind, but chilling all the same.
Many men went mad by the carnage, by the unworthy blood being spilt in the name of the captain. His dirty, blood-streaked, signature. With your initials. Your shaky, unsure consent to a life of a hated criminal; chased after by men such as yourself, only going about their greedy hunger a different, more honest way. Still to be insulting to humanity, but in a more accepted route.
Young women, lured by the suave charms of the captain, would be taken in front of your eyes; her morbid screams echoing in your mind as they used her, spouting vulgar sayings at the poor girl, most likely just a young teenager or, God forbid, a young girl.
Many a man shall be asked to join with the graphic torture, and many a man agreed, becoming just as disgusting as the man they serve under; broken like the mirror that that young girl will look into and think, 'I can't take it anymore.'And that little female's blood will have spilled in their name, which will have become quite infamous, as they served in the most dastardly of pirate's crew, where only the lowest of the low to join them.
Wanted posters of your leader will be in every corner of England, Spain, and France, the countries who you strike the most, leaving a path of blood in your wake, and a trail of saddness and grief. All because you serve the most evil of masters...
... Captain Arthur Kirkland, the most well-known pirate next to fellow captain, the much fabled Antonio Fernandez Carriedo.