Heather was a successful pirate. She wasn't your typical pirate. She didn't pillage and plunder she was more of the sort to look for buried treasure. Okay maybe she was the stereotypical pirate. She wasn't the worst pirate. Worst was a relative term. Every pillage and plunder sort all envied the single man who carried the title of 'Worst'. You see in the pirate world worst was the highest honour. Heather didn't want that. Heather and her crew had been sailing the pacific for days. They had finally returned from their voyage to Wawanakwa. She had found a map leading to a great deal of riches that had turned out to be a dead end. Saint Andres had taken quite a beating from the rough waters and violent storms leading to the island. Saint Andres, her ship, had been the only thing she ever loved. Her parents had sold her into servitude when she was a young girl in order to pay off her father's debt that he had accumulated through his many drunken nights at the tavern. As the crew landed in Nova Scotia all the gear they brought was rounded up and brought above deck. Heather exited the captain's quarters and thanked her men. Still bitter about the wild goose chase she made her way to the tavern.
Alejandro Burromuerto had earned himself his title for sure. Being the 'worst' pirate was nothing to scoff at. His pillaging and plundering skills had only increased with time. He liked his title. He finally amounted to something. Everyone knew his name. So what if they feared him? Fear was good they would give him everything he wanted. How do you think he got his boat, Saint Reina? He didn't get it with his looks, although they did help. After his long journey planting fake maps to buried treasure he landed in Nova Scotia. Being the captain he is he made his way to the tavern to tell his tales about his adventures.
Heather had been sitting in the tavern exchanging tales and ranting over her fake map. It turns out all the other pirates had the exact same map. All leading to Wawanakwa and all just appearing in their ships. This seemed fishy, no pun intended.
Alejandro had a certain affinity for making maps seem realistic. He prided himself in being to do this. As he walked into the tavern every head turned to the door. He smiled his toothy grin and strode through the doors. Tavern Miguel had been his home base per say. He looked around the tavern to see almost every single pirate that had been given the fake maps.
Heather knew exactly who had given her this map as soon as he strolled through the doors. Alejandro Burromuerto. Of course! How could she have been so stupid? He was the only person who could single- handedly could replicate a map so flawlessly. If she was being honest she was a bit jealous. So many people had fallen for his trick.
Alejandro beamed with pride as he strode over to the bar. The bartender pulled a glass mug from under the bar and turned around and poured a lagger into the awaiting crystal mug. Alejandro eagerly awaited the nasty glare and rude remarks when the others finally realized that indeed it was him that had lead them all away from the real treasure that awaited them in Hawaii. Of course, none of his company was smart enough to realize this minor detail. Alejandro was a master deceptionist. Heather sat on her stool staring at the man at the bar. She couldn't decided how she felt about him.
Alejandro had noticed a beautiful woman when he walked into the tavern. He turned around and searched for her. Once he spotted her he rose from his stool and strode confidently over to her. Heather looked up from her beer to see a tall, tan, young, and fairly handsome man standing in front of her.
And the rest is history they say..