Origins of a Pirate
Chapter 12
The Sea
The Ocean
The Currents
Beautiful
Inspiring
Dangerous
Crashing
Roaring
Falling
Home for beggars
Home for outcasts
Home for pirates
Free for all
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To some, pirating was just an act of foolishness, a pastime worthy of only the stupidest criminals, begging to get caught. But Jack knew better. It was a life, a way of being that no one could regulate and enforce. He had learned a lot over the past two years, and not all of it he wanted to know.
The first thing Jack had learned was that pirating, in fact, had rules. The Code.
The Code of the Brethren was laid down by Morgan and Bartholomew almost one hundred years before. Its rotted ancient pages were worn heavy with age and various amendments over the years. It was the stuff of legend. The text's floated among dishonest deckhands on nearly ship. Yet none had ever actually seen the code.
The book was supposedly kept in a small room, a brothel often known to insiders as the court of the Brethren. The court was the true center of the pirate universe, the hub of the secret world.
The only people allowed in the room were the nine pirate lords, and only when a meeting of the Brethren was called. For the rest of the hundred years the code was locked safely away somewhere in this brothel, far from the skirmishes of the Caribbean.
But the legends still remained.
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The military was an exciting place. Full of wonder. Full of danger. Full of excitement.
Cutler Beckett was finally permitted to join the King's navy at the age of thirteen. Never had a man nor boy been so ecstatic for such a lowly position. But for a former cabin boy and runaway, the opportunities were endless.
Cutler had found himself assigned to accompany Commodore Higgins on a voyage to defeat piracy in the East Caribbean, once and for all. Although nervous about what any impending battles may hold. Cutler had plans for his future, starting with this victory at sea. He would become an officer and then a commodore, and with God's grace, he would be granted a lordship by the king himself.
He would redeem his status. He would redeem his honor. He would redeem his life.
And all he had to do was kill a ragtag bunch of low life's.
No berry was sweeter than that of hope.
I'm really sorry this took me so long. It's summer and I've been procrastinating! Thanks to everyone for putting up with my putting off. Enjoy the chapter and hopefully I will update sooner!