Chapter One: The Storm
I stood at the cannon, pulling madly against the gales that swept across the canvas of our sails. The sea spat it's salt from the swells that crashed all around us, lightning cracked onto the ship beside us, setting it alight and sending it down, plummeting to the depths. I saw the line snap up near the bow. I ran along the drenched and soaked wood, sliding slightly. I lunged forwards, grabbing onto the line as the storm nearly blew me off my feet and up into the air. Another sailor came beside me, helping me pull the line back and tie it once more.
"Tallon!" I turned towards the officer, Smythe. "Get below deck and sort out the cannons!" I nodded pushing my hair back from my face.
I staggered down the deck until I dropped down below. The men were just as bad, frantically trying to load the cannons. I placed a foot on the cannon before a pair of men could push it out towards the hole. I shook my head at him, then waited for the rest of the men to load the cannons. I removed my boot.
"Fire!" I bellowed at the men, smoke filling the room. I covered my mouth, climbing up the stairs to deck. I almost fell as another wave crashed onto the deck. A sailor was thrown off the deck in a yelp, his face full of horror.
"Tallon!" I looked back to Smythe. "Take the wheel!"
I looked towards the helm to see no one piloting the ship. I ducked under the explosion of wood from a canon hitting the rails. Pulling a large splinter from my shoulder, I made my way towards the helm, taking the wheel.
I relied all my weight and strength as I wrenched the wheel windward, trying to face a rogue wave head-on. Another man was swept off the deck as another tried to grab at him wildly. I looked over to the Spanish ship, which was port side to us now.
"Cannons!" I shouted between snaps of lightening.
"Wet powder sir!" Another soldier shouted up at me. I looked over to the Spanish frigate, which was now firing again.
"Brace!" I called to the crew, most of which were lucky enough to duck, however, the better part of ten men were unfortunate and, in the next moment, had vanished from the ship entirely. I looked at the Frigate, which was fairly weak now, having as much trouble as we were in the storm. I furrowed my brow as I pulled the wheel leeward, the ship abruptly turning towards the frigate.
"Tallon! What are you doing?"
"Ending this!" I shouted at Smythe, my eyes fixed on the frigate.
"Tallon! I order you to adjust course!"
"I'm belaying that order sir!"
"I am your superior! You will obey my order and adjust course-" He tried to take the wheel from my control, but I punched him straight in the face, knocking him onto the floor. "You... you hit me..." he managed to stammer, holding his nose in shock. I turned the wheel madly until...
We collided into the frigate, the ram on the front of our ship rising into the air, then slicing through their deck with the swell of a wave, reducing their ship to a collection of wrecks below water.
I grinned with the men, turning the wheel of the ship in an attempt to find a way out of the infernal tempest. However, I was met with the butt of a pistol to my head.
Hope you guys enjoyed! I am accepting OC's, so apply now! There is a limited number of positions for main characters. I need:
- Quartermaster
Helmsman
Master-At-Arms
Bosun
to work on the ship. Okay - now some notes:
No 'Edward Kenway's Brother' or stuff like that - it just makes for kind of lazy writing...
I will be accepting other Pirates who will have their own ship and come across my character every now and then. Fill out the form below and PM me your character application.
The story will consist of mostly males, but I definitely want some female pirates and civilians in the mix too!
The more interesting and descriptive your character is, the more chance they will be included more...
Just because I said interesting, don't overload the character. Remember - people in the Caribbean weren't extraordinary. Also, the character cannot unbeatable - even Edward Kenway got beaten up sometimes...
No Assassins/Templars just yet... it's purely pirates and their adventures on the Sea together... imaginative, dangerous, dramatically action-packed and maybe just a little bit mythical...
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