Introduction
The misty and salty sea vapour clubbed Isaac's face repetitively, as he stood at the mast of his speeding ship called Barefoot with his arms outstretched, taking in the seven seas with great submission. They had just captured a prisoner off the coast of the carribean; the natives said that no-one wanted him anyways, so it was no biggie. It was only because the boy had a bounty on his head, did they grant him his wooden abode.
Timmy was the gunner, which was a very privileged position on the boat, he considered. It meant that whenever an enemy was spotted, it was his job to finish them off swiftly and efficiently. But it was also easy to blame the plump meat-sack for any losses the ship took from neighbouring hostile forces, which happened occasionally. He had a masterful eye, which he used to aim on ships. He would trace their outline, then their parabola-shaped intended curve-of-a-path with his stubby fingers, and then he would seize the ship in his glistening eyes, and his black cannonball-like pupils, before igniting the short twisted and brittle thread, and counting down from four. It pleased him greatly to sing along to the cannon, as it lay destruction although the rest of the crew saw it as babyish; Boom!, Wwwwsssshhh, plop, Boom! Hehehe, he would say sadistically. It was all fun and games to Timmy the gunner.
Shawn, on the other hand, was a much more prudent and conserved man as opposed to Timmy the wildcard; he was like a piece of stale bread in a plutonium-proof metal thermos jar. He was not at all what you would call "lively". He acted as the first mate- the guy who did all the logistics in terms of food and shelter on land. Most of the time, the ruly crew would just loot an unsuspecting settlement, and take their food from them, especially in this festive summer period, so Shawn only needed to lay back, and direct the course of The Barefoot in the direction which was necessary, and spend the rest of the day playing tunes for crew on the piano they looted from some Austrian household in Czechoslovakia.
Then there was Cat, who served as the cook. But she also served as much more on the ship: maintenance, cleaning, and so-on. The first impression someone might get of Cat was that she was a generic house-lady, but NO! Not at all; she was also the executioner, the master forcer-of-the-plank, she was the one who took the most joy out of unfriendly encounters with other ships- even more than Timmy. In essence, she was one of the fiercest on the ship.
Karl too, was a fearsome warrior. He was that guy to sit on top of the highest part of the sail with a spyglass and shout Land!, or Enemy at 6!, swivel down the mast, and don himself with a 2 inch dagger while everyone else picked up their two foot sabres and cannons. Then he would realise that he was stupid, and throw that down, and wave his fists around in elliptical circles while chanting Money!, before diving into the ocean as everyone threw their grappling hooks and boards to cross.
And finally, Isaac was the guy who just literally talked. I would hav- cough splurt -God would have done an introduction for this man if there was anything to say about him, and believe me, (God needs that smexy word count) there isn't anything to talk about about this man. Isaac met different people, but was too weak to lock in mortal kombat, which everyone else did avidly. He was too clumsy to do the cleaning, and was too friendly to execute anyone, so he just talked to different pirates, and (will soon become the narrator for this story) strengthen relationships, like in the case of Aunt Betty the Rogue, and Uncle Ball… another rogue.
Mr Ball was a fat wallop of a man. He wasn't actually an Uncle to anyone since he was an orphan and was too unattractive to attract anyone who would willingly bear him children. He was like a clam as Uncle Ball would hitch rides on any ship with a legitimate amount of booze, and the easiest way to do that so far, was to stick around Betty, who had an uncanny ability to him to persuade other pirates to let her stay. In reality, she would normally beat up one of them, and put a ransom on their head, which if paid, she would pay back as fees for staying on the ship.
Betty was too dangerous a woman to regularly stay on one boat, as she had enemies spanning even to Kabul. If she stayed there for too long, she would risk the lives of those on board the vessel (which didn't really bother her) and her life too (which sorta did bother her). Normally, she rode the tide on her pet dolphin called Badbread. But recently, she was staying aboard The Barefoot for an unnatural amount of time, so she left that early morning.
Dragging Ball out of his hammock, she briskly left, and boarded her ride Badbread. Uncle Ball too had a walrus he called Problems. As they whisked off, an air of emergency was raised by Karl, who spotted them leave from his hammock near the top of the mast. But all was going to be clear as soon as they read the letter left behind by Betty. Isaac groggily picked it up, with its blaring urgent red font. He wondered what it could be, but he would soon find out. And to his horror, it was crudely titled Those beautiful bounties on you and your crew! He did not know that this letter would ignite a great quest that would make The Barefoot and her crew into eternal pirate legends, revered from every corner of media and culture...
AN: I bet you read this on a Wednesday. More is to come.