History

They
set sail on a red morning, bound for lands afar. They knew not where
they were going, but their spirit for adventure burnt bright. And thus
they went onward sailing under the red sky.

Days into the
journey, the calm of the sea had ceased, and in its place a bitter
tempest. For days on end, the sea was a terrible flurry of grey and
white.

The masts creaked, the hull groaned, the sea roared, and
the thunder struck blinding bolts across the dark grey sky. The sodden
travellers endured nights and days being hurled around on the sea.

In
the deepest depths of their darkest hour, a traveller saw a beacons'
light along the horizon. The travellers then set sail, in search of the
salvation of light.

The beacon possessed a malevolent light, it
pulsated as if it was alive, letting loose great plumes of smoke,
blacker than the clouds. This was no saving beacon, it was the crevice
of a volcano.

The panicked travellers made way to turn about, and
retreat from certain doom, but ran aground against great rocks hidden
by the darkness. Hitting the rock, all went a murky blue.

They
awoke to a pink evening sky, on the beaches of some unknown land. Beyond
the gently lapping waves was their ship, now damaged beyond repair upon
the rocks that lay before them.

The pink sky soon turned in to
darkness to accompany the stars. The travellers had found paradise on
this unknown land, or so they thought.

The weary travellers
awoke to a heard of eyes upon them. Men with evil looks in their eyes,
men with swords drawn, and man leaned forward, red, a feathered hat on
his head.

And behind him the sight of a white-crossed
black-tattered flag. The traveller’s worst nightmares had been realized;
this was no lost paradise; this was the land of the Gazza Pirates.

And
so they were tied up and made to work for the pirates, under threat of
death should they not comply. But as days went by, they had finally
formulated a plan to escape this damned island.

The weary
travellers must find three iron ingots to power their escape vehicle,
and ride to freedom. But should they get caught, they may end up in a
cold, watery grave.