Scallywags

I wake up in the brisk dawn as the sun is rising over the wispy seas.  The steady tipping of the ship is like the world attempting to rock me back to sleep.  I fight that feeling and rise up the sails and turn starboard towards a place unknown.  The steady breeze which smells of salt rallies the crew for another day at sea.  I stare off into the distance as an object appears to be coming closer.  I set full sails ahead when I realize the object is a ship of the Normandy Raiders, who have been attacking civilian fleets for months now.  Hours pass before we settle side by side as war cries screech out and cutlasses  chime.  Gun-smoke plumes out of the barrel of my pistol as Raider after Raider fall to the deck.  I run and jump to the other ship, dodging the falling mast that has now made a land bridge between the ships.  My head is jolting from side to side, scanning the ship for the captain while I fight in the chaos.  I finally spot him falling to his knees with a cutlass in his chest and my best mate standing over him.  A mighty war cry booms from my lips as I raise my cutlass in the air and charge toward the remaining Raiders.  I stand tall at the end of the day while the whole Raider crew lay on the deck motionless.  I lost many great crew-mates today but that is my life, the life of a pirate.

JayZ