Chapter 1: The Otter

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It's the year 1756, we have been traveling the Northern Sea looking for Native Forestian treasure for 6 months. The crew grows restless, but I know we will find the Golden Idol. I hear legends about the land that it resides on being an omen of death and misfortune but those are just legends. ~ Captain Russell's log # 32

Russell POV

"6 months, it's been 6 months and, we have found nothing!"

"Captain?"

That must be my first mate Canny. I met Canny back on Atlanta Harbor in 1749, since then we have been pirating, plundering and treasure hunting together on our ship which we named "The Pelican". The Pelican was a sloop that had 12 cannons, enough room to fit 135 crewmen as well enough room to hold 60 tonnes of cargo.

"Come in." I said, the blue possum known as Canny came through the door with a concerned lookin his eyes.

"How's the supplies below deck?" I ask.

"Supplies are starting to dwindle a bit, but if we cut rations in half then we should have a month left." Canny said

"Very well."

"How long are we going to keep searching sir." He asks. "I don't know." I say annoyed. I keep hearing it all the time from everyone's yappers. It's starting to become gloomy hearing it all the time.

"Russell." Canny points his thumb back to the door. "The crew is tired of this voyage and we had to half the rations before. The men are starting to look weak and some of them are starting to fall ill to scurvy. They demand to know how much longer we are going to stay-"

"And I said I don't know!"

I sigh" I know they want to go home' I know that they are tired." I look to the map. "Let's go to this bay and we'll go to the nearest port after that. Then we will go home."

"Very well sir." He says as he leaves the room. I look at the map one last time before I go to my hammock. As I'm laying in it I start to drift off into a deep slumber.

I was out on the bow of The Pelican looking out on the ocean, breathing in the salty air. I look behind to find my crew drinking rum and ale, singing shanties around a pile of treasures we've collected.

*mmhun, mmhin!*

We are making our way back to Atlanta Harbor and once we return others will tell tales of our success across the known world.

*knhin, kaptin!*

Maybe those stories will reach the Kings and Queens of the old world and they will know that we were the greatest pirates in history.

"Captain Russell!" I stir awake alarmed from the yelling from Canny as well as irritated that I was woke up from my dream.

"What is it?" I say in a grumpy tone, then I see the look on Canny's face as if he was starring at death himself.

"Russell we have a rouge wave heading towards our ship!" Canny says. I immediately get up from my hammock to witness the damned wave as Canny said. The monstrous wall of seawater had to have been 35 ft tall and 60 ft wide enough to cap size our ship, and we were in it's path.

"Turn the sails east, the wind should be in our favor!" Suddenly the ship stops violently.

"We hit a reef!" One of the crewmen exclaimed. I turned my head to see the wave hit the side of the ship, then everything went black.

I woke up on a shore. Around me there were bits and pieces of The Pelican that have wash up on shore with me. As I get up on my peg legs I saw a chest farther down the shoreline. When I opened it there were a dozen nails, 25 ft of rope, and some clothing to large for me.

As I grabbed the items out I wanted to ask, who the hell keeps loose nails and clothing in the same place, but I wasn't going to dwell on it, I needed to build a shelter.

I grabbed what was left of the Pelican I could find as well as a decent sized rock to use as a hammer. By the end of the day I made a small roofed hut that had little to no walls with the roof being made out of fabric and rope connecting to the trees. It was flimsy but good enough for the night.

I made a fire earlier which was in the center of the poor excuse of a shelter, it was surprising that I was able to make one with just a hook and a hand and just in time for it was becoming colder as the sun settled.

As I was walking towards it to warm myself up I tripped on a tree root and fell face first into the fire. I was screaming, I could feel my face cook.

I started to run to where I assumed was the location of the shore. I didn't know how long I was running for and I couldn't see the ravine I was heading towards till it was too late. As I was falling the wind seemed to extinguish the fire, my fall was broken by several branches and rocks as I descended down the to the bottom of the ravine. When I finally hit the bottom I could tell that every bone in my body was broken.

As I looked to the sky I saw a boulder plummeted towards me. Then everything became dark

I woke up in the hut I built. It was morning and I thought to myself that it was all a dream as I was touching my face finding it not charred to a crisp, but then I saw the scattered remains of a fire accompanied by peg holes leading into the forest.

I started to follow them and within minutes, I found the ravine from my dream and in it I found the boulder. That's when I realized that it was no dream.

An: Thank you for reading, this is my first story. This was a oneshot but can become a full story if I have time or if I'm not being lazy, if this does become a story the first few chapters may take a while because I'm lazy or just busy but once again thank you