No Tales For Dead Men
“Uh…!” A man in dangling rusty chains and rattling shackles asked, “Am I dead?”
There was loud sobbing mixed with louder cheering in the background.
“I don’t know, lad,” Replied another man with a stringy grey beard and quivering hands next to him. "The air reeks of it, though."
Crows were cawing, and necks were bowing.
The man gazed up at the falling sky. “Oh.”
“Do you want to hear a tale?” Softly asked the elder.
“…. aye.”
“It’s about a notorious pirate who bears a Scarlet Blade.”
Author's Note: Ahoy, Me Hearties! Avast yer ears for here soh story. For yuh see it not historically accurate but take notes from the era. Savvy!
I live in the Caribbean, so I always deemed pirates cool.
Though it's my first fiction, please tell me all the good, the bad, and the shite.
Expect to read about a fierce pirate’s world, the brethren code, cannibals, uncharted waters with mysterious dwelling creatures, ghost tales, and more.
So, sail with us or walk the bloody plank!
But for real, I really hope you chaps enjoy it.
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