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(Read Chapter 1 before continuing if you haven't already.)
The sounds of glasses clanking and cheerful spirits fill the air of an old tavern amongst the celebration a group of strange individuals gathers around a table, listening to the meanderings of a hooded skeleton with golden trinkets tied to his cape.
ClayMan1077- “and as I gulped down the quartermaster's cup I began to As I gulped down the mysterious drink I felt a sudden burst of heat burst through my body.
like all my organs had been set ablaze, there was so much pain...
then I looked down at my hands and then I saw it... my bones...
and from that day no more was I the kind and innocent human that walked this earth.
I became a MONSTER!"
"THE CLAY MAN!!"
then one of the listeners was less than convinced of the brutality of my story stud up and made themselves known.
IGEBM- "Well, that's a pretty scary story their gramps!"
Clay- "Well I can't exactly say I sugarcoated it but-"
"Oh come on, if your such a monster how come your constantly helping people all the time?"
"Ho? Now that's an essay question."
"I changed simply as that"
BelleChxn- "Sorry Clay. what I think IG is trying to say is, If you were practically immortal and a horrifying pirate why did you come to PMC and start a clothing business of all things?"
"ah good to see someone's been paying attention... very well... though I must warn you it's a long tail..."
BlueBoyBuilds- "JUST TELL IT ALREADY THEN!!"
"Very well..."
It was a cold and stormy night. the wind and crashing waves hammered at the sides of the ship.
old wooden boards cracked and struggled to hold back the storm.
I stand at the weal guiding a small fleet of 4 ships to our destination.
I had served the Reapers Guild well... through my leadership, we gathered more supplies and
supremacy through the Sea Of Thieves!
however, someone had taken notice of my handiwork. Rumer was a noble-born
explorer by the name of Sir Arthur Pendragon was building an armada at Shipwreck Bay to try
and end our operation. and of course, we couldn't have that!
When we reached the Island there were no ships to be seen except for those broken on the rocks and shoreline.
the storm had yielded for the moment so I gathered some of the men to investigate.
when we breached the island there was still not a soul in sight. the only sound was distant birds and pigs squawking back and forth.
then we saw it. faint candlelight in one of the old shipwrecks that had been stuck on land for ages.
I lead a small crew of my trusted first mate "Lefty"
(we called them that because he had only one arm)
and 3 other skeletal pirates into that decrepit wreck.
we moved slowly to prevent those still aboard from hearing our approach.
there was nothing in the hull or the lower decks.
then we reached the captain's cabin. As myself and Lefty approached the door, we hired a band
of two voices muttering to each other.
I looked at Lefty, and he looked at me. we readied our pistols, I kicked in the door and...
we saw them, Pendragon was enveloped in a green light, he was ghostly...
no no...
he WAS a ghost!
I couldn't believe what I saw.
an actual ghost!
Pendragon had an old sword that was plunged into a strange panting. green stretched-out light
enveloped and seems to be pulling him into the painting.
be for I could even say a word Lefty fired a shot at Pendragon which caused him to drop his
sword and disappeared in a flash of light.
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!
a pail woman shouted and went to draw her sword but I quickly knocked her un-conches with my shovel.
I then proceeded to inspect the painting.
it had changed. before it was nothing but a sea of green. now a man knelt on his knees... Pendragon...
I looked down there on the floor and there lay the sword Pendragon healed before he was sealed inside a painting.
as I ponder what happened I told Lefty to grab the painting as the rest of our crew joined us.
when we returned to the ship I had the woman sent to the brig so I could question her later.
I stepped into the Quarter's cabin and I asked-
"Quarter we need to talk!"
"I presume everything went well then?..."
Quarter said in a groveled tone.
"Went well?!? PENDRAGON WAS A GHOST! HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE???"
"He's not the only one..."
"When were you going to tell me this exactly?"
"I thought you knew?"
"..."
"I suppose he's been dealt with... judging by your new trinket..."
I pulled Pendragon's blade from my belt to my hand.
the blade was old and cracked it wasn't a cutlass...
it was older... much older....
the blade glowed a somber blue color.
and then I pointed it at Quarter.
"I'M DONE WITH YOUR GAMES!!"
"I know you didn't send us here to blow up some ships so come clean!"
"He was standing in his way..."
"The Servant of Flame? What does he have anything to do with this?"
"NO!... not him... his father..."
"Wait... you don't mean..."
"Yes... the flame himself..."
"But he's dead how could he-"
"Like Pendragon, his soul lives past his mortal bonds... but his soul is broken... and..."
"We must repair it..."
"Your mad..."
I felt betrayed. It was at that moment I realized I was still nothing... nothing more than used ink to rewrite someone else's story. Flame Hart's store...
Flame Hart was one of the cruelest and most terrible pirates to ever sail the Sea of Thieves. he could make Black Beard look like a child playing pretend.
if it was true that he return... well...
we couldn't have that now... could we...
In a single stroke, I managed to relieve quarters skull from his bonnie shoulders. I tore his jaw from his skull to keep him from alerting the others.
then I stuffed his body in the closet for safekeeping.
I stepped out of the cabin. I crept through the cover of darkness as the men all celebrated back on the island by burning one of the shipwrecks.
I slipped down to the brig where my former prisoner, and now my saver lay in wait.
I stood in front of the cell when the witch awoke.
her cold white skin rising from the floor. her dark raven hair gave way to a pair of green glowing eyes.
the woman said-
"Who are you?"
"My name is Clay... what's yours?"
"Where is Arthur?!"
"To be truthful, I don't know... But I believe this belonged to him."
I hand the woman the cursed blade that once belonged to a mighty worrier.
"He's lost then..."
"not unlike you, that is if you listen to what I have to say."
"I'm listening."
"be quiet... And follow me..."
I unlocked the cell and I and the strange witch slowly made our way back to my cabin but just as I opened the door. Lefty spotted us...
I looked at him and gestured for him to come closer but he wouldn't lessen.
So before he could sell us out I drew my pistol and his skull exploded into dust.
we then made our escape by stealing a rowboat that was tied to the back of the ship then we escaped into the night.
After that... well...
after hours of rowing the woman finally broke the silence-
"My name is Bell by the way."
"Nice to properly be acquainted with you..."
"Why are you helping me?
"I had no idea you were preventing the flame from returning... if that's true?"
"it is... or was..."
"what do you mean?"
"We were trying to trap Flame Hart's soul... and bind it to an object so no one could resurrect him."
"you mean the painting?"
"Yes... but now I fear without Pendragon there's nothing we can do to prevent the Flame from returning..."
"No... But maybe we can fight him when he returns!"
"Maybe... it's the only choice we have left now..."
After some more accord rowing, we finally reached an outpost Bell then gifted me with this.
*Before the audience at the table I opened the palm of my hand to revive a glowing green flame resting above my hand*
The mark of The Gradians of Fortune!
With this, I can become a temporary specter and have all the privileges that come with it...
after that, we parted ways. I began collecting and making powerful artifacts.
Such as-
Manmade Jams that turn people to stone.
A golden jaw that can grant me the power of an Ashen Lord
(I can basically create earthquakes and rain down fire and brimstone literally.)
A blade that I melted into a new shovel that controls ships.
Even a bottle that could hold a pocket detention.
along with a few other things...
but the most important relic of them all... lies around my neck...
for with this amulet, I could travel across worlds! from the land of the dead... or so I thought its limit
for when I touched this amulet of mine I was transported across time and space!
to this very world... and here I realized that emit this vast world with people like titans...
I now sit in a new opportunity to rewrite my life once more... to have a better life...
but though I trade my sword and pistol for swing needles and trading ships...
I still long for the adventures of my youth.
however... I will still be a pirate by Thunder!
and by the powers that be theirs always room for a rat in the sewer if you catch what I mean?
Clay- "And so that is my tail to which I have sung, as for me now well... I'm still young..."
"I still have more stories to tell, I've made many friends and many enemies to boot."
"So I'll wrap this up quick and stop wasting your time... But I think I have another story that intertwines...
But you'll see in time..."
*I leave the table and start to head towards the door but am quickly stopped by another onlooker
TheCrypteral- "Hay what about your proof?"
"Ho yes, that... well I suppose this will have to do!"
*I pull out Quarter's skull and place it in the blacksmith's hands*
"Take care of him for me won't you?"
I step towards the door once more then I raze my hand in the air and shout-
"ITS A PIRATE'S LIFE FOR ME!"
And disappear in a puff of green smoke... but there's something else...
In my place stands a wounded girl, her hair is a ghostly white, her eyes as red as the blood she's covered in...
its Arianwyn
It appears there's a tail that needs telling...
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