The Night of the Living Dead
It was a calm and cool night. The wind blew across the still waters of the ocean, creating small waves and lightly rippling the sails of passing ships. In the distance, one could make out a massive black figure, slowly edging it's way though the water.
The figure was, in fact, a ship with black sails. As many people may know, a ship with sails that colour can only mean one thing: Pirates!
When you got closer to the boat, you could just see the shadow of one of the more recent and feared pirates on the seven seas. the dreaded pirate, Slasher.
Why was he given this name you may ask. He didn't use a sword. No, instead he used a rather unique method: his hands. Because this pirate was special. He was born with a deformation of his hands to which they were not bones covered by fleshy skin. They were blades. Scissor hands as they would be called in the future. However, in the age of piracy, scissors were not yet known. Instead they were called Sword Blades. No one dared to cross this person.
On the other side of the ship was a scruffy looking man with a black hat tipped over his eyes, due to the fact that he was currently napping. There was a gun resting innocently on the his lap. Not many people knew much about this person, except that he was The First Mate of the Captain. However he was infamous for killing people by using whatever tools he could get his hands on in a fight. Most sailors kept away when they saw him wearing the black hat, for they knew that that was when he was most likely to kill someone.
Constantly throwing a stick to a certain, well groomed dog was one of the more innocent pirates. Some people wondered how he even got into piracy. But as with the man in the black hat he was also a friend of the Captain. He dressed like a pirate but never truly acted like one. Many people thought he was the nicest boy to ever sail the seven seas.
" How much farther till we can get rid of this body, Captain? He's really starting to smell!" the Slasher commented on a bundle wrapped in grey blanket, that sat right next to the wheel.
" I already told you Edward," The Captain said in a bored tone," we have to reach the cliff before we can be rid of the imfamous pirate!"
Edward sighed and returned to looking out at the ocean.
" And would you kindly wake Mr. Rainey and tell him to do his job?" The Captain asked.
Edward smiled and walked over to the slumbering First Mate. In the beginning, he just poked him with a blade. But Mr. Rainey just shifted a bit in his sleep. Edward frowned and poked him again to no avail. He gritted his teeth. These days, the scissor handed man was a bit more aggressive. And why not? He was a pirate now! He had to lose that soft and sweet edge sometime or later. Finally, in his last attempt to rose the man, Edward reached out and slashed him across the face with a bladed hand.
Mr. Rainey screamed and jumped up, causing everyone on deck to burst out laughing. He growled like an angry dog. It sounded so scary that even the real dog on board cowered in fear.
" What did you do now, Edward?" Mr. Rainey asked with vemon.
It was then that he reached out to feel his face.
" You slashed me" Mr. Rainey said quietly, looking at the blood on his fingers.
Edward smirked. " Think of it as a wake up call Mort!"
" Yeah? Well wake up to this Edward!"
With that, Mort got up and started to chasing Edward all around the deck.
" Stop it Mr. Rainey!" the Captain yelled over the yelps of Edward and the complaints of the crew, who were trying, or at least attempting to wax the deck. However, the wax ended up being a good luck omen for Edward, for just as Mort was about to wrap his fingers around his neck, he slipped on the wax and fell over.
The now saved scissor handed man cackled like an old witch, and dashed into The Captain's Quarters, locking the door behind him.
" Coward" Mort muttered.
The Captain sighed. " Mr. Rainey? Could you please come here?"
Mort stuck out his tongue when the Captain's back was turned, but followed what he said anyway.He walked right up in front of the wheel, blocking the Captain's view.
" I really don't understand why YOU get to be the Captain, Mr. Wonka" Mort said, frowning.
Yes, the Captain was, in fact, the once candyman, Willy Wonka. These days he was more known as Captain Candy Cane, the pirate. It was odd, seeing as about two years ago he was creating sweet confections. The man had changed alot since then. Mort repeatly made fun of the fact that Willy was no longer a virgin. Of course, he cheated on that wowan two weeks later. Yes, Willy had given himself quite a history for sailors to know him by. He murdered and stole from others and also started drinking rum. And lots of it! Willy traded in his ghost like complexion for a deeply tanned one and the once slick bob that was sported years ago was replaced by a more bedhead style, complete with colourful beads in it!
" I'm Captain because I deserve it! I killed your pirate, Jack Sparrow, so you could write yet another one of your perfect endings to your bloody perfect stories! I was subject to follow your rules so you wouldn't kill me! Well Mr. Rainey, now you work for me and I like it!" Willy shouted.
" I believe your still scared of me, Wonka!" Mort said, pointing his gun at Mr. Wonka's forehead.
Willy bit his lip but drew out his own pistol.
" I'm not afraid of blood...anymore Mr. Rainey" Willy whispered.
In all of this, the boy tossing the stick closed his eyes. He tried to remember a better time, when his mentor was scared of people, made candy and didn't talk in a british accent. Oh why did he have to win that golden ticket? he would be a normal kid right now! He wouldn't have got into that time machine...
