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Speedy Ships
I took it all. I took the awe in their eyes. I took their shouts of praise. I took the salty air from their lungs and they marveled at my fleetness. I was undisputed as the fastest ship in the Caribbean. I served his majesty the king, my country, and my people in one of the greatest navies in existence.
I scoffed at the tales of a ship black as a pirate's heart, captained by some myth of man, a seafarer's fairy tale example of villainy. It did not exist. If it did, no vile pirate ship could match the likes of me in a contest of speed. Not one.
Every humble seaside village and grandeur of a port, has heard my name. I've heard it spoken in whispers of dread, in shouts of fear, in lively sea shanties, in animated stories weaved by master storytellers. Aye, many tales have been told about me. I am the fastest ship in the Spanish Main. Nay, all the seven seas. I serve no king, no country; I bow only to the sea.
I was once told of a vessel that claimed to be the fastest in the Caribbean. A ship that proudly flew England's colors, a tale's example of some wonderfully noble heroine. As if some arrogant naval vessel could match my speed! I think not.
I had been quite cross and vexed that week. First, I was snatched and steered away from my port by some pirate and a young man who was the most incompetent sailor I had ever seen. Second, they brought me to the most horrible and indecent place where the women dressed most immodestly, men fought over bottles, and rats ran free- not just the furry ones mind you. Third, I was crewed by the strangest assortment of people imaginable! I'm sure you'll understand the height of my vexation when an old, dilapidated ship was on my tail and rolling out her guns.
This high-toned and fancy ship was quite impressive. She certainly was swift, she rambled too much for my liking, but I agree I had never seen a better ship suited for her name, The Interceptor. I love a challenge- I wouldn't let her best me.
The anchor caught and I wrenched around to face her and hopefully gain the slightest chance at doing in battle, what I had failed in speed. I caught a glimpse of her name. I couldn't believe it. The Black Pearl. The ship I had thought a myth. I could not win this one. How foolish I had been. I had believed a bunch of unintentional lies, inflated myself with their claims. I had allowed my own flaws and stubbornness to be my end.