Pirates of the Carribean: The Path to Darkness
Chapter 5
Bonne had been sent throught the same process as Tate; physical, get effects, go to dorm.
He walked up the winding stone staircase, in his arms were a red jacket, two shirts, two slacks, a belt and socks and shoes. Weapons would not be provided untill training began. However, he still had his gun in his belt and his sword on his hip. He looked at some of the boys. They could only be described as boys. They looked like they had never had a hard day or a care in the world. He looked down at his calloused hands and dirty clothes. He felt so native, so old, so washed up already. His body was the same age as these boys, yet he could have been thirty years older than them in mind.
He would attend a number of classes taught by various specialest in their fields, like nautical warfare, tactical warfare, land warfare, combat - sword, gun, manual, fitness. These classes would take place six days a week, there would be events and free time. Then there would be training and classes again.
As soon as he placed his clothes on the bed in the small room that be his for the next three years, a bell was rung and everyone hussled outside to the courtyard in the middle of the dorm complex.
They congreated infront of the grayed man who had rung the bell towards one end of the courtyard.
The man cleared his throat "Excuse me... pardon me...please be quiet..."
He was interupted by a large man "Shut up you mangly greens."
Immediately they hushed up.
The silver man began to speak again. "Thank-you my dear sir. This everyone is Captain Alan and I, well I am the old, well the very old, general of Port Royal. I am Sir William Wollcombe."
If it was possibly it became even more quiet. It was not because they were not supposed to speak but they could not even if they wanted to. This man was a legend. It was wonders that he was even alive still.
"I will be, your tactics proffesor and I will also teach with the sword fight, but I may not be much help anymore in that aspect." said Sir Wollcombe, he spoke very slowly and softly.
"You uhh other professors are as followed" he continued pulling a list out of his pocket "Captain Connaought, will teach nautical warfare, Captain Bosch is, I think this says, what does this say Captain Alan? Ahh yes it says land warfare, and Captain Alan will of course lead you in the physical aspect of your education and entrance into the English Navy of the Carribean Force. Classes will begin tomorrow at 6 sharp. You have the night free for the town."
The two men then exited into the maze of columns which held up the massive building.
Chapter 5
Bonne had been sent throught the same process as Tate; physical, get effects, go to dorm.
He walked up the winding stone staircase, in his arms were a red jacket, two shirts, two slacks, a belt and socks and shoes. Weapons would not be provided untill training began. However, he still had his gun in his belt and his sword on his hip. He looked at some of the boys. They could only be described as boys. They looked like they had never had a hard day or a care in the world. He looked down at his calloused hands and dirty clothes. He felt so native, so old, so washed up already. His body was the same age as these boys, yet he could have been thirty years older than them in mind.
He would attend a number of classes taught by various specialest in their fields, like nautical warfare, tactical warfare, land warfare, combat - sword, gun, manual, fitness. These classes would take place six days a week, there would be events and free time. Then there would be training and classes again.
As soon as he placed his clothes on the bed in the small room that be his for the next three years, a bell was rung and everyone hussled outside to the courtyard in the middle of the dorm complex.
They congreated infront of the grayed man who had rung the bell towards one end of the courtyard.
The man cleared his throat "Excuse me... pardon me...please be quiet..."
He was interupted by a large man "Shut up you mangly greens."
Immediately they hushed up.
The silver man began to speak again. "Thank-you my dear sir. This everyone is Captain Alan and I, well I am the old, well the very old, general of Port Royal. I am Sir William Wollcombe."
If it was possibly it became even more quiet. It was not because they were not supposed to speak but they could not even if they wanted to. This man was a legend. It was wonders that he was even alive still.
"I will be, your tactics proffesor and I will also teach with the sword fight, but I may not be much help anymore in that aspect." said Sir Wollcombe, he spoke very slowly and softly.
"You uhh other professors are as followed" he continued pulling a list out of his pocket "Captain Connaought, will teach nautical warfare, Captain Bosch is, I think this says, what does this say Captain Alan? Ahh yes it says land warfare, and Captain Alan will of course lead you in the physical aspect of your education and entrance into the English Navy of the Carribean Force. Classes will begin tomorrow at 6 sharp. You have the night free for the town."
The two men then exited into the maze of columns which held up the massive building.