THE PIRATE MENACE

Episode One

PROLOUGE:

THE PIRATE OF DESTINY

The Caribbean Sea's waves made the ship jolt as they impacted the side. Captain Steel Hammer watched the horizon as the sun began to go down. It had been three days since they had left the port of Scabb Island to ship some voodoo spices off at Melee Island. The voyage had not gone too smoothly and they were still not at the Melee yet.

The pirates on the ship had many brawls and fights down in the hold every night and they were running dangerously low on grog…Hammer was starting to become desperate. If Steel didn't see a mug of grog for one day, he would immediately cast himself overboard and keelhaul himself. The crew was not a pleasant crew either. A while ago, they picked up some survivors of a wreck out by Plunder Island. There was Sir Alexander Maigle, a stunningly frightening man with a freckled beard. There was Haggis McMutton, a stranger from Scotland, and a young boy about seventeen years old whose name was LeChuck, a strange boy with a bad temper and a frightening love for torturing people. He also had terrible hygiene, almost as bad as a skunk. Steel was threatened to throw the boy overboard, but he was just a freaky teenager going through some changes in his body.

Just as Steel turned around to see the starboard side, a young boy ran up to him from the main deck.

"Captain!" called the boy. It was Jimmy, the cabin boy. "Captain Hammer! Another fight down in the hold!"

"Ah, damn it," muttered Captain Steel. This happened about every hour or so. "All right, Jimmy, who is fighting this time?"

"That boy, LeChuck, sir! And Janson!"

'Odd,' thought Steel, 'the boy never made any trouble.'

"I'll go check it out," replied Captain Steel. With a nod, he walked to the hatch down into the bunks. He heard the noise from the eating room. He walked towards the sound of the yelling and drunken cheering, and walked into the room full of the angry pirates.

LeChuck was throwing punches like mad at Steel's first mate, Janson, who was a small man with a goatee and a bandanna wrapped around his head. He was getting his ass kicked by the seventeen-year-old boy who they found on the sea. They didn't know where the boy came from or where he was going, but they did know he didn't like to be bothered, but this was the first time he had reacted. The boy was tall and strong. He had raggy clothes on and a couple of pirate tattoos pasted on his arms. He looked like a pirate at such a young age.

"DIE!" yelled LeChuck as he charged Janson and socked his chest. Janson cried out in pain and frustration as he charged at LeChuck, but only met with the boy's fist…

BAM!

Janson flew backwards and hit the table behind him and toppled over a couple pirates as they laughed drunkenly.

LeChuck put up his hand and said, "That's it! I'm done with you."

At that, he walked towards the door and squeezed past the Captain, and towards his bunk. Captain Steel walked over to LeChuck, young and vigorous, sitting on his bed breathing hard.

"Boy, why did you fight him?" asked the captain.

LeChuck replied, "Because he rubbed off some of my tattoo on purpose to bother me."

Captain Steel looked at his arm and saw the smudged part of tattoo on LeChuck's arm, and in disbelief he noticed that the tattoos were stick on.

"Those aren't real?" asked the captain.

"No, I'm too young to have real tattoos," barked LeChuck. He got up and walked away.

"Hey! Come back here!" ordered Steel, "You never treat a captain like that! Now get back here or you will be marooned!"

LeChuck kept walking, to the hatch and onto the deck.

The next day, he was marooned on a small desert island somewhere between Plunder Island and Melee Island.

To Be Continued…