Helloooooo fanfiction! It's me again. Man I have a lot to write. It seems my childish imagination hasn't quite worn off yet. Let's hope it never does! Haha. I know you're all groaning and thinking things like 'Great. Her again.' or 'She's got tons of other stories up that she hasn't finished yet. Can't she get to that before starting another?' Well, I have nothing to say to those with the first response, but I answer your question with no, no I can't. And why is that? Because eighth graders at Catholic grade schools have. No. Lives. I'm sad to say that I'm no exception. I come up with about fifty story ideas per math period, you can't expect me to just keep the best ones bottled up! So here it comes.
Description: Captain Jack Merridew is the great terror of the seas, wreaking his unholy havoc on his gruesome ship The Angel of Death. Only three men have ever been so bold as to rival him. The first is dead. The second is the first's revenge seeking son, and the third...Well, the third is Alexander, the King of Thieves. Likewise, no one but Jack has ever been daring enough to risk all their possessions and rival Alexander. This is the story of their hatred for one another, and how Ralph plans on ridding the seas of both.
Genres: Adventure, Drama, Romance
For your health: DON'T WORRY THIS IS NOT SLASH!
Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own Lord of the Flies. All that is in my possession are my original characters such as Alexander and the idea for this particular story. Y'all enjoy now!
Fear. That's the first thing that a person felt whenever someone was bold enough or drunk enough to utter the names 'Jack Merridew' or The Angel of Death. A terrible man, Merridew was. A terrible man with a terrible ship. All who were so misfortunate as to cross paths with Captain Merridew and his crew had two- only two- options: Back down, or die. Anyone who tried to expand their options was faced with immediate death, or worse. There were only three men who ever dared rival him. The first, Commander James Bentley, was dead, killed by the man he had vowed to rid the seas of. Then there was Commander Ralph Bentley, James' son and successor.
Also at that time was a name that brought a very different kind of fear. Alexander, the King of Thieves, could rob you blind of every cent you had as easily as breathing. He was the only other man who dared to challenge Jack Merridew, and he and his band of thieves were the only known men ever to survive a raid on The Angel of Death. Both men were a formidable threat.
There are countless legends about the King of Thieves and the Pirate Lord. Some say that both were the children of Satan himself, and their crews were made up of their victims possessed by demons. Otheres say that Alexander was more than just like a cat, but could become one; it was their only explanation for the way he slinked around unseen and unheard like a phantom in the night, the emerald, catlike green eyes that remained seared in the memories of those that managed to catch a glimpse of him, the way he dressed all in black and blended into the darkness, the very definition of the more modern term 'cat burglar.' Some also said that he had the nine lives of a cat as well. It's also said of his enemy that at age twelve, when Merridew was nothing but a cabin boy, he single-handedly fought off an entire crew of pirates raiding the ship he was on, and that he was the sole survivor. Well Jack and Alexander were most likely not children of the devil, and as catlike as Alexander was, he was not an actual cat. I suppose it is possible that Jack killed all those enemy pirates, if you consider all teh damage he did later in life, but if it's true, he left no witnesses behind to testify to that truth. The only legend made completely of fact is the lesser known story of Alexander and Jack's rivalry, and their hatred of one another.
It all started just a few weeks prior to the death of the Commodore. No one could ever have seen it coming, no psychic could ever have foreseen it. That night, a successful raid on The Angel of Death was led by none other than Alexander himself. He didn't plan it out. He didn't even know he was going to steal that night until he saw the easily distinguished ship lurking in the shadows just off the shore, unnoticed by all but him, turned to his thieves and said, "I want everything of value on that ship." And if there's one thing that should be made known, it is that whatever Alexander wants, he gets, as simple as that. Another thing: Alexander was a genius, possibly one of the greatest, most cuatious, intelligent thieves that history has ever known. Alexander was not his real name, he was never so idiotic as to share that identity with anyone but his most trusted thieves or remove his mask during a robbery. And he always did the opposite of what was expected. Which is why he and his crew of six master thieves took the extra time to 'borrow' some extra clothes from a nearby house- so they wouldn't be wet when they got back to town- and swim to the ship. The wonderful thing about water is you can't leave behind evidence. That was the main point to this plan.
A long while later, the thieves reached the ship and began to scale the side. The Angel of Death was an intimidating beast that sent the icy cold of its captain's heart into a person's very soul. Carved in wood and mounted at the front of the ship was the figure of a gaunt, skeletel creature with a mighty sword held high above its head, poised to strike down on its cowering victims below. Stretching out as far as halfway to the back of the ship were ghastly, intricately designed wings that were comprised of endless tongues of fire and tendrils of smoke. The tip of each flaming feather dripped the blood of the dying sailors they beat down on. In neat calligraphy beneath each wing was the name, The Angel of Death, as if it could be mistaken for anything else. The thieves felt no great sorrow in embedding their daggars into the nightmarish figurehead in order to reach the deck.
Once on deck, the group silently partnered up and went their seperate ways. One young man looked to his leader as if to ask Alexander to join him and his partner, but the great thief paid him no mind. He was already scanning the deck before him for valuables and most of all, the captain's quarters with a look of pride, confidence and hunger in his eyes. They didn't raid ships often, but when they did, stealing from the captain himself was Alexander's way of signing his work. The young man sighed mutely and he and his partner went to search the ship. This was customary for the group; Alexander always insisted on working alone, but they always feared for their leader. It was for nothing though, for the King of Thieves couldn't be caught unless he chose to be. Finding nothing to his satisfaction in his current location, he glided- Alexander never walked, the word simply cannot describe his grace, no Alexander floated, he glided- across the deck and slipped through a thin opening into the cabin of Captain Jack Merridew himself. Thw room in which he found himself was silent as the grave. Alexander quickly took note that if there was anything in the room that he should take for precaution, it was the knife that Jack slept with, in case of the unlikely chance that he would awaken. With the slightest flick of the wrist, the knife was safely in the thief's belt. Alexander grinned confidently to himself. This was far too easy. In just a few short moments, his pockets were overflowing with jewels, gold, necklaces, swords, guns, knives, and even a few strands of Jack's hair he'd plucked just to show off how incredible he was. His band of thieves never really did place their full trust in his abilities, and Alexander constantly regretted confiding in them his secret because of it. Even his closest friend doubted him at times.
Alexander crept out of the room silently, and was almost free. But then when he began to close the door behind him, it squeaked. The thief winced noticeably. Jack's piercing blue eyes snapped open and found Alexander's glowing green ones. He bolted up.
"Who-" Jack whispered. Alexander smirked at the pirate and nodded at him. Then he disappeared. Gathering his wits, Jack rushed out onto the deck, but found no one. He stood their, utterly perplexed. When jumping into the frigid waters below, the crew of thieves hadn't made a sound.
Whoa. That's a lot of paragraphs. Not bad though. A little different for me, but I must expand my horizons if I wish to be a successful author. Please oh please oh please review this! i needs your feedback!