A/N Hi guys! Well, here is the first chapter of the sequel for Tales of a Pirate. I would love to read what you guys think in the reviews, and I hope you will enjoy this new story as much as Tales!
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Chapter One
Discovery
The rain pattered on the ground amidst the dark shapes of people standing on the sodden turf. The woebegone mourners stood around a rectangular patch of freshly disturbed earth. At one end of this rectangle stood a slab of polished granite. Engraved in the flat face were the words "May his memory be eternal" and below "Jason Fazbear" "1945-2017".
The mourners cast their bouquets of flowers upon the mud of the grave and departed. All had left save one. A man in his fifties with dark hair stood for some time. Tears were running down his face, blending in with the drops of rain.
A woman laid her hand upon his shoulder.
"Dear, you are getting soaked. Let us go,"
He stood fast, and showed no attempt of moving. Then, he raised his hand to chest height. In his clenched fist, he held a single white lily.
"Lilies were always his favorite," the man spoke through tears.
Stooping to the ground, he placed the lily gingerly on the brown earth.
"Goodbye, Mr. Fazbear. It was with great pleasure that we had had such an excellent friendship,"
With that, Mike Schmidt left the grave with his wife following behind.
The roar of diesel engines filled the air. The steady clamor of jack hammers chipping the misshapen hunks of concrete and the whine of mini grinders cutting rebar grated against unprotected ears.
Large excavators with grabbing attachments were picking up heaps of rubble and dropping it into an endless line of dump trucks.
Years ago, this building had erupted in flame. Now, the town had decided to demo it, to make room for construction.
A shout that somehow carried above the din of the machines drew a crowd to single workman.
A slab of concrete had slid, and trapped his leg. Quickly, they dislodged it, and dragged him out of the way. With him, a piece of tattered purple fabric was soaking up the blood that gushed from a cut in his leg.
"Hey, I think I have found somethin'!" a woman called.
A group of workers heaved on a warped sheet of metal and revealed a dim lit hole in the wreckage.
The sun shone upon something covered in red, dust covered fur….