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So, for those of you who knew already, this is my story about Thaddeus as a ship captain, and how he has this extraordinary conflict with something, which you will find out by reading it (credits to Pat for helping me with it!!).

If it’s tl;dr or you don’t want to read it, just skip to the poll, it’s very importante!

Seafarer

Thaddeus always gave thought to the whimsical ways of the ocean.  She remains the only strength bringing them to their destination, for his men have been weary and sleepless for many a day.  No one dared to overlook Thaddeus’ command as he stood on the bow, gripping the edge of the rail, quietly watching the soft waves wash up against the hull.  Eventually, they will make it to Dead Chest Island, scavenge for food while he tracks down his forsaken treasure, and dock near a major town or small village in celebration.  Two months have passed since they left home, and the swaying of the sea has worn them thin.

Thaddeus knew that it has been over a week since any of them have tasted even a good meal.  Every now and then, some piece of flotsam would make it over the deep blue waves onto the deck, carrying a trapped fish or two.  Cooked fish were always better than those disease-ridden hardtack biscuits.  Thaddeus silently observes his crew as their eyes bobbed to the flips and flops of the nearly dead fish as the crowded the main deck.  You could hardly tell it was even fish in the night, the glow of the lantern light making it look like something slimy the ocean threw up for the sake of pity on them.

“All hands off deck!”  Thaddeus barked.  “Grog will make sure there will be plenty to go ’round the table tonight.  Keep her steady on the waters, for Lady Luck may bestow bounty upon us this very moment if we weren’t governed by our own empty gut!”

Gabriel trudged over the soaked deck, perching himself behind the Captain.  He stared intently at Thaddeus’ waist as he stood more than an arm’s distance away from him.

“Dead men tell no tales, sir, and we’ve been having only the last of our rum and whatever scraps we pick up by chance,” Gabriel spoke, “It’s time we made away with these here booty we already get ourselves some real food and some fine lasses back home.”

Thaddeus watched as Gabriel’s eerie shadow crept over the deck as the lantern hanging on the mast began to sway wildly.  He grasped hold of his belt, made sure he felt the weight of his prized dagger, and began to move toward his cabin.

“Where there is a sea there are pirates, and we’re to make sure not to lose what is rightfully ours,” Thaddeus mentioned.

“You ain’t no fool, sir, an’ I respect you for that, but this here ain’t no pieces o’ eight,” Gabriel almost shouted.  “If we ain’ hurry up an’ get some food an’ proper bearings, we be done well by the Reaper himself.  We all heard ’bout them stories of stray ships being done in by ’em.”

Thaddeus shut the door in his cabin, making sure to secure the bolt in its place.  He never liked having any arguments with his navigator.  He recalled meeting him on the docks before his crew made for Myst Island, and immediately took to Gabriel’s uncanny demeanor.  Both men were enticed with the legends of hidden treasure, but he could never match the passion within Thaddeus’ heart.

The old ship bobbed on the ocean as the rough waves crashed into her patched hull.  He will need to replace and polish the hull if she were ever to see another trip back to the mainland.  His vision blurred as he basked in the lantern light, which reflected off the surfaces of the small treasures littering his cabin.  Half of them carried their own story, but all of them paled in comparison to the one twisted his heart the most.  He brought out the gold-plated box he kept hidden under a loose floorboard, pressing his thumbs into the grooves that outline his family crest on the surface.

The empty spot where a glistening pearl once rested within the box pulled on his mind, bringing to surface the pain and agony he felt when it disappeared from underneath his nose.  The pearl was the only real inheritance left for him, for his mother had deserted them while he was still young, and his father passed the last few years of his life as a drunkard.  By himself, he pieced together a crew, with Gabriel as his first mate and acting navigator, the most useful of outcasts and jobless laborers he could find.  This ship belonged to him and his crew now, and they all pledged to take back tenfold what they lost to the hands of greed and politics.  Nothing could stop them from watching with awe, as the Captain would stand strong through the toughest of storms.  He would show them, all of them, why Thaddeus is a force to be reckoned with.

At that moment, shouts and grunts began to ring through the thick air.  Thaddeus began to close the box as he opened up the floorboard to hide it once again.  The crash of metal and splintering wood littered his ears as Thaddeus fell to the floor.  The boat seemed to be giving way to the rocking waves far too easily for him to keep his balance.  He decided to pocket the box and make for the bridge, for Gabriel must have left his post once again.  The ship began to sway to the other end on his way up to the bridge, as a veil of darkness began to surround the ship.

“All hands below!”  Thaddeus bellowed.  “Gabriel, secure the bridge!  Keep course.”

Surprised at Gabriel’s refusal to obey, Thaddeus followed his gaze to the sea.  The maelstrom had caught their ship in its spiraling waters, and slowly they began their descent toward its pitch-black center.


~Sigma7707 😀

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7 Comments

  1. I don’t get it how come Thaddeus didn’t use his jump pack to escape? And why is Gabriel not in charge he is a higher rank than Thaddeus.

    • I didn’t get up to the main plot of the story yet! (LOL JUMPPACK!)

      I forgot he was in DoW2 when I wrote this story, plus there’s room for growth on Gabriel’s part D:

  2. wtf is tl;dr

  3. too long; didn’t read

  4. dammit i come to this blog expecting a poll on foodstuffs and what do i get? a massive wall of text.

    oh

    and

    tacos

  5. This must’ve been written by a tenth grader with a dictionary fetish…

    Srrsly tho, gg! Just make sure you stay in the same tense! You go back and forth from past to present a lot.

    • Why does that comment remind me of Jr. English with talbot! D:???

      Yeah I have a tense problem, but I’m trying to figure out if I should continue the story or write something new D:


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