Hey once again I have decided to start a new story…and yeah it maybe kinda odd since it is about pirates and ship sailing….but anyways I hope u could read it and all advice are welcome!

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This begins with the bladebreakers…Kai, Tyson, Ray and Max, and why they decided to join this voyage to find the hidden treasure of Scyamar.

Introduction

Kai's journal : Entry #1

Port Seville - Argunt Village

August 3, 7:36 p.m

The weather shows no better reflection of my mood. The rain is pelting down relentlessly on my bedroom window. Lightning flashes in the distance and leaves the room in a blazing white. I dipped the quill in ink once again, and continued this journal. As the month of August continues to come, many ships and captains have decided to set voyage for the hidden treasure, known as Scyamar. I would never involve myself in some ruckus for some treasure, but then with all the pirates coming ashore and taking hostages to do work on their filthy ship, it would leave me with no choice. It seems that everyone these days could only mention about the treasure. I couldn't care less but then with these recent pirate attacks, everyone is finding a place to flee, and they had already took some of the blitzkrieg boys and some were even killed with out much as a single glance..…grr..i am usually not the one to care about anyone..but this time its somewhat personal...With the treasure I could seek revenge on these filthy blood lusting pirates….and that's what I intended to do…

Tyson's journal: Entry #1

Port Seville – Huguft Village

August 3, 8:39 pm

Man..i am so hungry…grandpa is cooking dinner again and I found nothing else to do but this old book lying in the house. Since no one was going to use it anyways..i thought I could test out my new quill in this book…wow…with so many hordes of pirates these days..they have pretty much taken over the entire village. Grandpa says it is not safe to go out so I am basically stuck in this house. Aw..man I wish I at least could send a letter to Max and see how it was in his area. Well I guess like grandpa said it is more safe to send telegrams. With food so scarce, I am always hungry. Maybe writing would get my mind off things…darn now my hand hurts…ah well anyways…with so much about the treasure these days I wish I could get a dubloon or so and buy some food…mmm…shoot…I think I blotched some of the ink with my drooling…ah well…there is always a ship coming into the port..and many villagers take the chance to leave…me and Max were planning to sneak out and join some voyage..i mean in search of the treasure could get us some dubloons and that means more food! I am planning to sneak out and join the next voyage. Even grandpa says It was a good idea…I think dinner is ready! Oh boy oh boy!

Ray's journal : Entry #1

Port Seville – Felcurt Village

August 3, 8 : 23 pm

Rain and thunder rumbles far in the distance, and I cannot bring myself to think of what other bad signs would come next. Many people from our white tiger tribe had already fallen victim to the pirates. Some were lucky and managed to escape with minor cuts, others were taken as slaves on ships, and some of the unfortunate ones perished by their hands. Many of the people had been afraid to go out and in this weather I would say so myself. But I cannot let them continue killing members of the tribe and the innocent women and children..it seems that Kai is in the same scenario..and sometimes I think that we were even more alike…especially now that we have a common goal…when the next ship comes in, we are going on it, and this time there is no turning back…I am doing this for you..my friends…when the clock strikes midnight, let this be known that you're deaths will be avenged…

Max's journal : Entry #1

Port Seville – Gonturc Village

August 3, 9 :10 pm

Whee…Tyson said it would be boring to write a journal..well I think it is pretty fun writing down all you're thoughts…sometimes when I am scared..i think the best way would be to write things down…after receiving Tyson's telegram I have decided to go on a voyage in search of the treasure…I think mom and dad were planning to leave on the next ship to another island anyways….but I know there is something special about this voyage…I also received a telegram from Kai! Wow..who would have thought he would send me a telegram! I was so excited…but anyways he said that both he and Ray were going to go on a ship..and after some careful analysis he called it…the next and last ship coming in would be called the Black Hawk. I liked the name…but I think I would prefer something to do with turtles…? Maybe something called the Green turtle? Hmm..that would be cool! Dad and mom gave me this turtle pendant as a good luck charm. They said it was passed down from grandma…wow..i really like this turtle..oh man! Its eleven thirty! I have to go and meet Tyson and the others at the Harbor! Jeez…ok lets go aboard Black Hawk!

Captain Ramberg of the Black Hawk: Entry #1

Harbor – Port Seville

August 3, 11:55 pm

Aye this is not the weather to be ship sailing but I think it would be wise to take proper precautions…with the sea rolling its angry waves rocking me poor ship back and forth. Aye…this is not what I planned it to be..I scout the land to see if there are any other villagers wanting to come on a voyage. Many of the other ships have set sail and as legends go this ship was haunted by the dead souls…aye..but I have never seen a single soul nor ship mate…better just leave this lonesome island…and maybe sell this ship for some dubloons….as I was about to steer the ship into the dark abyss…I see four running figures in the distance…luckily it was late or else with all the racket those…teenagers were making would surely get us killed…the one In the middle is yelling and waving frantically…I squint a bit..these old spectacles were doing no good in a storm like this…the anchor was still deep on the ocean floor, and I awaited the arrival of the teens..they were gasping by the time they got to the ship.

I made my way onto the dock, and they stare at me amazed..the taller one oft the group seem to be asking to come along in a voyage in search of the famous Scyamar treasure. Surely there were others things that these kids were to do…judging by the size of them I think they should be around 15 or so..i chuckled and shook my head…I wanted a crew to sail the seas not a crew to baby sit. The raven hair teen began to reason with me and I chuckled at his attempt…the older one merely glared at me…and even after I told them the ship was cursed they continued to ask me….as the blond hair boy told me his story of in need of a ship…something really touched me…they almost reminded me of how I was when I was young….I inclined my head, and gave in to their request…I am getting too nice to kids..they seemed like a nice lot though..aye..maybe it is time that I stop judging others…after showing them their cabin, they all fell in formation on their beds and finally with one final rocking motion the ship set sail on a another new adventure…