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I am revamping this 7 year old story. It will be going through heavy re editing and under a new name. I might delete the old story to make room for this one. There are a lot of things in this story that I do not like and wish to change. I never meant for it to continue this long and would have hoped I finished it sooner, but life happens to all of us. There will be new plot lines and editing to my early chapters. Some new things here and there.
I am also going to have help from one of my long time friends who is also a writer on here.
If you are older readers who have been with this story for many years, I am sorry for the deletion of my story. I hope you can reconsider the new outcome of this story. Hope it better suites everyone here and let us begin with the new update.
There was a time in our history where men had profound ideals.
He closed his eyes as the sun kissed his skin. The sea winds blew gently and the smell of salt had lingered. Frightful memories will always be associated with this feeling. What would have brought him peace, had brought him nothingness.
The year was 1754. A ship bound to the colonies had been at sea for a few months. Aboard the vessel he stood at the helm of the deck as the sailors were preparing to make port. Travelers had paid the captain a good some of money to travel and it was one of the finer ships. They had crossed the sea with ease, which the captain was thankful for.
A good passing without a problem was a blessing for any sailor. That he knew far too well and would recall times were the sea was a cruel mistress.
For too long he has been running from port to port stealing ships with value to them. Those years have finally caught him and soon enough, he was considered a thief. He was a brave and courageous man, but to others he was a pest. It was a life he once enjoyed, even with its hardships. Those he had a bond with throughout the years were either long dead or continuing on with their profession.
To reminisce about it had to be forgotten. There was a reason he gave up that life. It was what he saw and what he knew that changed him as a man. Someone whose name was a constant reminder of what he had done. No doubt, his reputation would forever scar him. He was a wanted man after all.
They called him Salty Bones.
His true name Matìas.
A pirate in his own right; he has seen it all for a young life. Killing, stealing, whoring, adventure, but it all came to a halt when he was twenty-five. He wanted to live a peaceful life in the new world. To forever be rid of his pirate image and to heal those scars that haunted him. One day, Salty Bones abandoned his ship. He abandoned his crew. To leave them to their own device. Without a captain at the wheel, the crew disappeared and his ship nothing more than a legend of a ghostly sea.
He no longer craved the seas but it did not mean he will miss Her. The mistress will always tempt him to go back and sail Her as he did before. She was always a part of his life since he first stepped foot on a sail. The thrill of his first adventure when he was sixteen was something like never before. Sailing the untamed seas with sailors who enjoyed the waters more than they loved the land soon granted Salty his love for the sea.
It was a month after gaining his sea legs that his sail was attacked by bandits. For the first time Salty killed someone and saw others die before him. With his sail burning he had no choice but to jump to the sea where he believed he would meet his death.
"Retiring from the sea? Where is your ship?" A stranger asked.
Salty stopped right on his tracks. His dark hair swayed with the sea wind blowing and the smell of the ocean was strong. Brown eyes looked to the red coats walking amongst the piers but it seemed that it was not them that were talking to him. In order to not rouse too much suspicion, Salty had to dress differently but not like the rest of the civilians. Even if he no longer wanted to be a pirate, he kept the look, but only to a minimum.
Still, it would not be surprising if any of the soldiers knew of him. He had a bounty for his head but it would have been more of a pleasure to see him hang. Though, some of the soldiers that walked the port and streets were no ordinary soldiers. These men were Templar's and on close inspection a man who was standing by a stall of a merchant, Salty grew suspicious of the said man staring at him. Salty has come across these men before when he raided a Templar ship one year ago and these men were not like any he has fought before.
These men were an opponent he took interest in and vice versa. The Templar's knew of him and they wanted him for their own use. They wanted to use him and Salty did not want that.
"She beckons for new victims. I can no longer keep her entertained for my ship will not sink." Salty voiced lowering his pack on the ground once he was close enough to the man in question. "My ship is what legends state it to be. One of the very few ghost ships to continue Her terror. Alas, pirates have become legends of the sea."
The man walked towards him in a steady pace. His boots lightly hitting the ground beneath him. There was a look in his eye that sparked once he saw Salty. The man had black hair that was tied and a large forehead with a black mustache. A few years younger than me no doubt, Salty observed.
This man was a shady character which almost stopped the blood in Salty's veins. A once famed pirate-whose blood has run cold by a man he did not know-did not suit to well for Salty. Both men looked each other in the eye sizing one another until the man cocked a smile. A very nasty smile that told Salty that he was not to be trusted.
"Aye, you must be him. The one they call 'Salty Bones' of the ship Ghost of Davy Jones. My name is Charles Lee, in case you have been wondering." Voiced the man called Charles Lee.
"I have not, but I am surprised to see that a man such as you can look through my disguise but do you always greet people such as me?" Salty kept his eyes on Lee with keen eyesight. There was something dark about this Lee person. Something sinister and Salty was not attracted to it. In fact he wanted to keep away from the man as far away as he could get.
"I have but only with a man whom you do not know. He made shore here just three hours ago." He said rather bluntly trying to lure him in like a hook with bait.
"Clearly you did not walk hear to the port for a day stroll. Men like you have a purpose and whatever it is I am not interested in such." Salty picked his pack from the ground and placed it over his shoulder once again. Walking past the shady character named Charles Lee the man stopped him with the palm of his hand lightly squeezing it.
"It would be wise to let me be on my way, sir. I have no business with the likes of you or your kind." Salty stated with a dark look in his eyes.
"My kind you say? Salty, there is a high price for you but my kind can use someone like you. With that knowledge deep inside of that skull." Lee was not going to budge if the former pirate was keeping still.
"I do not want to be used by anyone. I do not want to be used by people like you. Leave me be as I have stated before or risk losing your arm." Salty roughly shook off Lee's hand from his shoulder.
The port of Boston was busy with new arrivals, merchants, traders, men, women, orphans, animals, it was full of life. The young man has seen ports busy and there was never a time where he would terrify the people with his ship locals near and far called Ghost of Davy Jones. It was a name that has stuck with the ship for it was nothing like a ghost ship, but with it darken color many believe that the fog of the sea covers it. Salty always smiled or grinned at the stories people would make about his ship and he. But now, he was standing beside a man he did not like.
"You will seek for us. Someone of your skills can be used for our cause."
Salty walked past Lee, keeping caution in the busy streets. Looking over his shoulder, Lee was gone. Lost in the crowds. He had a sinking feeling that this would not be the first visit from the man as he would want to recruit him. Disgust is what he felt but he walked on through the streets on the search for a horse. He did not want to stay within Boston or anywhere near it. With Charles Lee within the vicinity, Salty could not risk running into him or stirring trouble in a place he wanted to begin his new life.
My father had to go by a new name, had to go by a new past, everything that he did as a pirate would have to be pushed aside in the dark shadows never to be unlocked. What he did not know however was that when it came to a new land there came people who were not like that of Charles Lee. Some were not shady, vile, disgusting people; there were people who were civilized trying to live their life as peaceful as can be.