Well, I've been thinking about this story for a long time. But I never found the path to get it where I wanted it to go. Creating this story in chemistry class is way more productive than cutting the tips off my hair, or making kitties on my calculator. Anyway, Finally I've got an idea in the right direction so here's a little bit to see if any of you are interested.

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Tom and Cotton traveled as quickly as they could to the ship that would soon be departing. Tom made light conversation, telling of his crew members and their adventures. Cotton watched in wonder as Tom kept talking animatedly, as he spoke on about the spectacle he had made of himself at some tavern in Port Trinidad Cotton smiled to himself, Tom was unlike any of the men Cotton had known, he had just met the pirate but he felt-- He awoke from his thoughts realizing Tom had asked him something. "What?" he replied.

"Haha, forget it. I was nervous when I first went on the account too. Don't worry kid, I'll--" he began to say, but was cut off immediately by the sound of a shot piercing a wood crate near the Velas. Their heads turned in unison to the sound. As they increased their speed the gunfire came again followed by the command "Weigh Anchor!" shouted from the Velas.

A shot whizzed past Cotton and he dropped the crate, ducking behind it to retrieve his pistol, he brushed of the barrel, gazing at his work and then quickly returned fire. He saw his opponent fall as he turned to make a run for the ship. Cotton looked over his shoulder at the sound of another shot, Tom, who had dropped the crate the same time as him, was nowhere to be found.

Cotton took a swift look at the Enrolle Velas, the rising sails that would soon be filled with wind, a quick escape from the ambush for all who were onboard and turned back to where he and Tom had dropped the box. Dodging bullets and aimlessly returning fire he soon took cover behind the crate breathing heavily he turned to see that Tom had hardly moved since the fight became. His eyebrows furrowed as he debated the cowardliness of the man next to him, a pirate.

"Tom!--" he said sharply, but his animosity vanished as he saw the man's blood soaked pant leg. Tom looked up at him, hearing his own name.

"Get to the Velas" he said "Before they leave! Tell them you know me. Tell them--" his eyes opened wide in fear as he looked over Cotton's shoulder. Cotton squeezed his eyes shut and cursed himself, realizing to late that the gun fire had stopped. Cotton slowly turned his head over his shoulder to see the grinning face of Dread Morrison. Cotton jerked back as the feared Captain spit in his face, and then his world went black.

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This chapter is short, I just wanted to feel things out, see if anyone was reading and if there's any interest! Let me know if continuing would be worth it.