One of the most popular places for pirates in the Caribbean was the island of Shipwreck Cove. It was situated in a crater of a volcano in the middle of Shipwreck Island. Residing in it was Shipwreck City, a safe haven for pirates. Much of it was built out of a mountain of hundreds of shipwrecks. Each one piled on top of another. Many of those which were converted into taverns, brothels, gaming parlors, and combinations alike. Some were also converted into houses, each filled with pirates, cutthroats, and scoundrels.
One of the more notable pirates that lived there was young Captain Edward Teague. The Pirate Lord of Madagascar, and as of recently, the Keeper of the Pirate Code. He shuffled his way through the crowds of the hustling and bustling city, seeming to be in a rush to get somewhere. He hurried up the streets toward one of the upper levels of the city where the Great Chamber, also known as Pirate Hall, resides, where the Pirata Codex was kept. The Chamber was formed by two abandoned ship hulks. The upper levels were where the family lived.
It was fully functional as a house with a living area, kitchen, a couple bedrooms, and a rarely used bathing room. On the deck of the former ships was the Captain's Cabin where the leader of the household slept in. Although it was only built for three, maybe four people at most, the entire family of pirates, criminals, thieves, convicts, and pillagers were all cramped in there. Every night, everyone in the family was sprawled out throughout the living area and kitchen passed out drunk.
Teague walked up the stairs in the back of the Great Chamber into the empty living room. Cries could be heard from another room. Just as Teague was about to go investigate, the door to one of the bedrooms upstairs slammed open and out came a short, frightening elderly woman.
She, of course, was also a (former) pirate lord and also Teague's mother. Deep wrinkles appeared throughout her face and a bright red bandana covered her thick gray curls. Her jaw was set and anger sparkled in her dark black eyes as she stomped down the creaking staircase. In one hand was a gleaming wooden cane with a very sharp sword inside, and in the other was the hand of a small boy who she dragged out of the room. He appeared to be no older than three or four. He had shaggy black hair, deep brown eyes, a slightly dirty face, and his clothes although not completely tattered, were dirtied as well.
The old woman yanked the boy by the arm toward Teague and the boy ran and hugged his leg.
"You'd best learn to keep your filthy, troublemaker boy under control, Teague," the woman snarled in a strong husky voice. "He's worse than you when you were his age."
"What can I say? I'm the gift that keeps on giving," Teague teased. "One of these days, Jackie here will have one of his own just like him and I."
"Bold of you to assume she'll live long enough to see that," young Jack quipped, trying to hide the still frightened tone in his voice.
Jack felt a small smack upside the head from Teague's hand. He rubbed his head as his eyes gazed over to see the threatening look of his dear old Grandmama. He felt her sharp eyes pierce his soul. She bared her gritted false teeth revealing two gold teeth and a tooth with a ruby set in it, which always gave Jack nightmares. To him, it looked as if she had a spot of blood in her teeth. Jack shrank back in fear under Teague's red coat. Grandmama then huffed and stormed out of the room.