Old Ways
"Master! Master!" Paul called out for George as he scanned the coast for any sign of him or his corpse.
"Master!" he called out again as he started digging the area where George last stood at but all he could find where cannonballs and crabs.
"Ahhhhh!"
Paul turned to find the source of the sudden Banshee scream only to find George sitting with his upper body above the sand, his face was wide with shock but other than that Paul could see no wounds at all.
"Master!" Paul exclaimed as he ran to his master's side to help him to his feet. As he pulled George out of the sand Paul realised that something was glowing on his hand.
"Master! Your arm!" Paul notified his Master who was still in shock.
George looked down to see his skull birthmark glowing in red.
"Well, what do yer know," George said as he smirked.
"let's go," George told Paul as he swiped off the lad's hands off his body and got out of the sand himself.
"Where too?" Paul asked, too many things had happened today and his mind was in a mess.
"Follow me," George said as he walked off.
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George stalked off back into the forest together with Paul but Paul realised he was not his usual self. It was his family, Paul thought, the man just saw his family slaughtered in front of him, of course, he was sad. Paul too was quite depressed as we, he saw his family being taken away by that man George called Blackwell
"Who was that Blackwell?" Paul asked as he followed his master's back.
"One of my former lieutenants," George replied with the tone of a man who wanted revenge, "I was a pirate captain once yer know."
"A pirate," Paul said he was utterly and completely shocked and that meant that Blackwell worked for him or...
"I retired from that life to lead a more quieter and peaceful life but I guessed something had changed," George said almost remorsefully.
As they continued their walk halfway through George stopped and blocked Paul from going any further. In front of them was a giant X carved into the sand.
"Okay, now we dig," George said.
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The duo dug into the night before coming across a massive object made out of wood.
"A chest!" Paul exclaimed excitedly.
"Good job lad! Now bring it up!" George replied just as excitedly to a tired and perspiring Paul.
After a few more agonizing minutes the chest was brought up and placed onto the land beside the massive hole they dug.
George kneeled next to the chest and swiped off the dirt with his hand to reveal a symbol on its cover, a skull with two pistols beside it facing up.
George then placed two hands on its cover and lifted it up revealing a massive treasure, of dusty and old gear.
The chest contained pistols, muskets, gunpowder and shot, two cutlasses and a few brown coats and a dark blue cocked hat as well as a few sashes.
George wore back the coat and cocked had and gave himself one cutlass and the musket as well as four pistols which he placed around his sash.
"Know how to use a cutlass and pistol?" George asked.
"Yes, well slightly," Paul answered back.
"Good," George said and threw him three pistols, a cutlass, its scabbard, a coat and sash.
"You kept all of this?" Paul asked as he familiarised himself with the dusty items George gave him.
"Yes, and one more thing," George smirked again.
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"A ship!" Paul exclaimed excitedly. as he saw the vessel which George hid on a sandy shore on the other side of the island.
"yep," George said as he gazed at his old ship. It was a Cutter, a small vessel with one sail and can carry a few cannons. To the old pirate, it wasn't impressive but to Paul, it would be the largest ship he had ever seen.
"My first ever, she's called the Shark's Teeth," George said as he climbed to the deck.
Paul moved closer and closer to the ship that ran aground, it still had its sails and a cannon at the bow.
"Okay help me push this back into the water." George said as he jumped down to vessel and onto the sandy beach.