This is a story based on one of my favourite games called Pirate101 and hugs the storyline but with more detail.

Baxter wakes up with a start. He finds himself staring at wooden boards that are polished thoroughly. Seeing this he lets himself de tense then he spots the blood.

He stands up fast banging his head on the ceiling causing black spots to appear in his vision. They only last for a few seconds as he shakes his head rapidly. When they clear he looks to the blood again, it's only 3 droplets but it's enough to make him uneasy.

Then he starts looking himself over he doesn't seem to be wounded at all.

"Ah I see you have awakened Baxter" says a deep voice. Baxter turns around to look at the source of the voice and then. Wished he hadn't.

A Man in a black naval jacket along with a billowing cape stands before the bars of the cell. But that's not the most noticeable thing when Baxter's eyes try to meet the strangers he can't find them. Instead he finds a white mask with a elongated square jaw. Baxter shrinks back in fear as he knows who this man is. He's the Armada.

"I trust you had a nice rest in our accommodation" he says sarcastically.

"You mean you trust that I had a troubled sleep when you knocked me un conscious and threw me in a jail cell" Spits Baxter.

"Something like that Pirate" he spits back.

Baxter pretends to look confused at the word but the stranger is unfazed. "Don't pretend to look confused Pirate. The Armada knows you and all your friends and your acquaintances and their acquaintances. But you're… Parents we know well." He says menacingly.

At this last part Baxter looks confused. "What do you mean you know my parents?" He says.

"Because." And the stranger leans in to say the last words. "We killed them."

"What!" Shouts Baxter, heat pricking at the back of his eyes.

He chuckles deeply and sighs . "Their death was a marvel the way they squirmed!" He says the last part with malice.

Baxter couldn't take it anymore. With tears rolling down his cheeks he lunges forward and reaches through the bars, his fingers clasping around the strangers neck. He forces his fingers to wrap around his neck tighter. Trying to squeeze the life out of him. But long fingers find his own neck and squeeze tight, tighter than Baxter's and eventually his vision blacks out

Sorry for the short chapter but please leave your reviews this was an experiment.