[FaP] Challenge #1

[stolin]

Write a story involving a pirate named 'Captain Farsee' he is an evil pirate with secret powers. This is all the outline entails, just write an adventure involving him.

This challenge, as all challenges, the sotyr must be between 800 and 1000 words in order to qualify. Submit in this thread and a new thread will be made with a poll for the best one. ready go.

oh yeah, deadline: March 15


:pirate:

Entered:
- Yusuke
- Ghurhgs
- hitokiri hobbit
- CenturyChild533
- stolin
-Maleficent

[Yusuke]

“Your dinner, Captain,” said a short pirate in a grungy suit.
“Ay, thankee kindly,” muttered Captain Farsee, slowly grabbing the lobster tail out of the pirates hands. “How goes the cleanup of the village?”
“Ay, me crew is cleanin’ up the village right outside yer window.” The pirate pulled away the curtains of the cabin’s windows. Captain Farsee saw about 40 men hacking, burning, pillaging, and plundering the village.
“They be doin’ their best, they are,” the pirate said.
“Ay, and that be why I hired ‘em. Good work, you deserve the night from galley duties.”
The pirate bowed and left the cabin. Captain Farsee crunched on the lobster raw, and then walked over to his cot. He lay down, and slowly closed his eyes. The boat slowly started to rock, as a storm entered the bay that harbored them. Suddenly, Captain Farsee started tossing and turning. A pirate slowly walked into the room and cleaned up Captain Farsee’s lobster. Captain Farsee jolted awake, eyes wide with fear, and muttered to himself.
“What’s wrong, cap’n?” the pirate asked.
Captain Farsee continued to mumble to himself, every once in a while saying “visions”, “ruddy things”, and “why would they be here?”
Again, Captain Farsee’s eyes widened, and he grabbed the pirate and said, “Get the ruddy pirates aboard and get ‘em sober. We got a battle to fight.”
“With who, cap’n?”
“Does it ruddy matter?”
“Yes’m, cap’n. We may be fighting ruddy cowards, and we don’t have the ‘powder to waste.”
“The bloody Royal Navy’s comin’, happy? Now get my crew aboard!”
“Oy, cap’n. We needin’ to be serious here. Now who is it we’re fightin?”
“The Royal Navy, are you bloody deaf? They’ve got about half their fleet followin’ our ruddy trail!”
“Aw dammit. OY JESSUMS!”
“Yessums, brudda?” said a burly black pirate who had recently joined the crew.
“Get the damned crew aboard and start givin’ half of ‘em smellin’ salts. We need ‘em awake for the Navy.”
“Ay, Jessums,” muttered Captain Farsee. “My gut never lies to me, and this storm is punchin’ me in the gut.”
“All right, bruddas, I be gettin’ da crew back on da ship. Yo crew! Get your bony white asses back on da ship! We got to get ya ready for battle!!”
“What are ya bleedin’ talking about?”
“We’re suppos’ to be celebratin’!”
“Just get back on da boat and no one’ll get one from da cap’n!” yelled Jessums.
“I like this guy,” muttered Captain Farsee.
“FLEET AHOY!!!” yelled the pirate in the crow’s nest.
“Dammit, they’re already in me bay,” grumbled the captain. “Get my men on board, we can’t take on the Royal Navy with our bloody bare hands!”
The men ran on board, grabbing guns and arming cannons. Others boarded other boats that hadn’t been destroyed in the take over. There was a hustle and bustle on the ships that seemed to surge through the men, accelerating their drunken selves to get ready by the time the Royal Navy was on the horizon.
“Oy, we be facin’ the Navy? There be no way we can win, Cap’n Farsee!”
“Ya, you takin’ us on a suicide mission? I got a wife and kids!”
“No ya don’t, you ruddy liar!” yelled Captain Farsee.
“So what, I still don’t wanna die out there, ya hear?”
Out of nowhere a bullet flew and struck the complaining pirate square in the heart. A small plume of smoke rose from the deck of one of the Navy’s ships.
“Your dead now, ya ruddy coward,” muttered Captain Farsee. “Anyone else wanna run?”
Silence penetrated the air with the strength of a burly bearded lady.
“Good. Continue loading the guns and cannons and prepare for battle!”
The ships of the Royal Navy continued to pour over the horizon. The pirates were easily outnumbered ten to one.
“Should we fire da cannons, cap’n?” asked Jessums.
“Wait for them to fire. We can lose a ship or two.”
“We only have 3 ships, cap’n,” replied Jessums.
“Valid point,” Captain Farsee said. He could see he would have to fight this with his own hands. It turned out his crew were cowards and no way could handle the Royal Navy.
An explosion was heard from the direction of the Royal Navy, and a cannon ball came plummeting towards one of their ships. The poorly built cargo ship the pirates had commandeered was cleaved in two by the strength of the Navy’s cannons. The same happened to the other ship, leaving Captain Farsee stranded on his ship, newly built and out in the open.
The ships slowly surrounded Captain Farsee and had all cannons loaded. The Commodore of the Royal Navy stepped out onto the deck of the flagship of the Navy and started to speak.
“It seems your poorly trained Pirate band is outnumbered and obliterated by our superior ships. You, Captain Farsee, are supposed to be the most ruthless pirate in the seven seas, yet you are completely surrounded and have been defeated.”
“Ya don’t say, eh, Commodore?” yelled Captain Farsee. “I still have me pistol!” He pulled out his pistol and held it in the air. As soon as it was open, it was shot out of his hand and into the water.
“You don’t even have a weapon. What are you going to do, take our ships apart with your bare hands?”
“I’ll be glad too,” yelled Captain Farsee. He closed his eyes and spread out his arms, when the storm in the bay strengthened and the waves grew in ferocity.
Suddenly, a water spout struck down straight on to the Commodore, ripping a hole through the ship at the same time. The water spout widened and went across the entire bay, wiping out the Royal Navy and the rest of the ships in the bay.
When the storm subsided, Captain Farsee lay floating in the bay.
“I guess it’s time to find me a new crew,” he muttered.

ill edit a title if it is needed. 992 words.

[Ghurhgs]

The only reason those "---"'s are there because it wouldn't let me indent. My story is 930 words by the way, so it should be alright.


---“I’m going to ask you again. Where is my treasure!” exclaimed a dark figure. A shuddering man lay held down by two other men, trembling in fear. The figure approached the man and asked once again. The man looked up with hazy eyes and couldn’t figure out what was going on. “I…I didn’t take any of your treasure!” he said, with tears in his eyes. The figure grunted, and the two men holding the shaken man twisted his arms to the back of his neck. The man screamed in agony as the figure watched in delight. “You have two options. One: tell me the truth. Two: die.” The man gasped, “But I did not take any treasure. Please! You have to believe me! I don’t even know why or how I got here. Just, let me go…” The figure seemed to ponder this response, and then added “Hmm…I could do that. But you see, I am Captain Farsee of the Nivina, and I do not take kindly to simply “releasing” prisoners.” The man once again trembled, as Captain Farsee reached into his coat pocket and pulled out some sort of orb. The man shrieked with fear.
---Now, the only sounds that could be heard from outside were that of the waves, and of some man being viciously devoured by his own soul.

---Captain Farsee stood aloft the deck of his wondrous ship, the Nivina. He gazed to the sea and cracked a slight smile. “Captain, we see land up ahead. It looks like a small island…but who knows what could be on it.” Farsee simply raised his hand, and the man knew to land.
---The Nivina pulled up ashore of the island, and Farsee disembarked. He combed the sands around him for any gold or such, but all he found was a small conch shell and a piece of string. Normal people would wonder as to how a piece of string got washed ashore an island with no surrounding lands, but not Farsee. He simply disregarded the thing, and moved into the dense canopy in front of him.
---The trees were thick with moisture, and several unidentifiable animals moved about in front of the captain. Some of his henchmen looked aghast at them, but Farsee simply continued towards his destination.

---As the party reached a small grotto, Farsee’s eyes turned red, and he quickly entered the place.
---On the walls hung paintings of an olden civilization; one with no means of technology…or power. Farsee dragged his palm across a blood red marking of a human-like creature, and seemed to marvel at it. “Captain! We found something over here!”
---Captain Farsee left the marking and followed the voice of the henchmen. He approached them, and saw exactly what he was looking for.

---The men who were left at the ship started to get bored of waiting around. They tried to entertain themselves until the captain came back, but there was nothing to do. “Oy! Captain returns!” Most men on deck stood right up, not to be caught slacking off. “Captain, good to have you back. Where…where are the rest of the men?” Farsee simply smiled and walked into his cabin, leaving an almost invisible trail of blood behind him.

---Farsee locked the door behind him, and sat down at a small table in his cabin. He reached into his overcoat pocket and pulled out a crimson-colored orb and rested it on the table. He also pulled out a box. Tears came to his eyes as he opened the box, and looked at its contents. “Finally mother, I have found you.”
---He raised his hand and chanted an incantation. A green strand of energy traveled up his hand, and seemed to invoke the orb to shake. A mist appeared inside the orb, revealing a much younger Farsee and some other human. Farsee watched in delight as the memories traveled back to him.
---When the orb no longer glowed, Farsee proceeded to open the box. As he did, his arm once again glowed, and the lock on the box seemed to magically break apart. He glared inside the box, but a sudden explosion rocked the ship, and the box was thrown to the floor. “Who dares disturb me!?” Farsee yelled.

---Farsee burst open the door to his cabin, and watched in humor as his own men were being ruthlessly killed by something. One man was hurled up into the air, then proceeded to have his legs ripped off and stuffed down his throat. Another man was being dragged across the deck of the Nivina, his intestines being his own leash. Farsee watched in delight, “Good, it has been released.”
---He slowly walked up to a darkened shadow on the deck and glowered at it. “Do you have enough sacrifices now mother?” The shadow seemed to nod. “Good, now come. We have much devastation to create.”
---Farsee walked back into his cabin one last time and picked up the box. On the cover, inscribed in a foreign language, were the words: Maltha Farsee; mother, devourer, avenger. Herein lies the ashes of Maltha Farsee, the most feared pirate these seas have ever known. Do not open.
---The shadow stood upright, and looked at her son. Farsee looked at her eyes, and saw an image of a familiar face. “I have found you mother, and not even father is around to stop me. He is…well, let’s just say his own soul has betrayed him.” Farsee laughed as he chanted one more incantation, and watched as his body rose into the air and his ship burned into the sea.

[hitokiri hobbit]

You want to know what's the real challenge? Writing a story in less than 1000 words that's not utterly two-dimensional. Next time try adding a zero to the end.


“On the Wide Wide Sea”

‘Tis a tale of Cap’n Farsee.
A fearsome pirate, he.
He sails a wind—
Here’t comes again—
That blows for all who breathe.
Men, do very well to fear
As his ship draws ever near,
That skeleton
Before the sun,
When it comes by here.

Alfie stared out at the serene waters, darker than the sky above them. In front of him, his white breath proved a stark contrast to everything else around. The more he trained his eyes upon the endless horizon, the less they saw. He would have rather had those eyes on the inside of a book at that moment. It was difficult to dream in the long emptiness of the night, and the adventures Alfie had thought up as a boy, reading books about sailing and hearing old seaman’s tales, were little like the reality. The monotony of day and night, cleaning dishes in the galley and then off to the crow’s nest. Only a few hours’ sleep between this meal and the next, when the sun was up and the food was gone and he was no longer needed. The other boy who had played lookout had gone crazy and took a dive overboard when the winds had stopped a few weeks back. The poor chap hadn’t know that in just another thirty hours, they would be on their way speedy as ever. After another week, Alfie was more sorry about all the extra hours than he was about the lad’s loss.

His eyelids drifting dangerously low, young Alfie slapped himself to keep alert. Though it never worked for long. Every man onboard was cozy in his bunk. All ‘cept him, the poor bastard with the worst job on the ship. In an attempt to stay awake, Alfie tried to remember the songs and stories of the other chaps—they liked a good tall tale after the whisky had been ‘round a few times. One of them told just that day of Farsee, and all the men had roared at the name.

In his years, Alfie had never come across such a tale in his books. “Who’s Cap’n Farsee?” he’d asked, much to the delight of the men. They’d never come ‘cross such an ignorant lad, sure.

“Well, ol’ Farsee, he don’t see far, do he, boys?” one of the drunker chaps guffawed.

“Ain’t no eyes to see from!”

“How’s he sail?” Alfie’d wanted to know.

“Oh, he sails by a wind you ain’ never gonna know,” said the old mate. The others all got quiet at that—the old boy wouldn’t ever hardly speak, after all. “He’ll see you, boy, went he comes by—just be pray’n’ he ain’ lookin’ yer way. An’ his wench… well, she’s worse’n than craziest shrew ever walked ‘n’ breathed. Watch out fer her more.”

A few more drinks, and the men finally laughed off the mate’s words. Crazy old bastard, they jeered. But they stayed more than happy to talk ‘bout Captain Farsee. By the time they made their way around to explaining how to recognize the priate captain’s ship, Alfie had had enough.

“You dumb jackasses, you been played—why that’s more’n a tall tale, it come right out of a poem I read when I was a boy. Whoever told you that must’ve known you’d never read a thin’ in yer lives and ‘d eat up anythin’ they told you. And you have!”

Still, the stories were enough to keep him awake into the cold depths of the night. Though he’d never let any of them know it was so.

Alfie had not noticed his eyes drooping again until his chin fell heavily ‘gainst his chest, jarring him awake. As he raised his head, though, he noticed the shape drawing near on the waters. He blinked a few times, sure his mind was playing tricks or, lulled by the echoes of poems and sailors’ songs, he was dreaming and only thought it real. But the stars could be seen flickering through the skeletal form. He only just noticed the deep quiet—even night on the sea shouldn’t have ever been so very quiet—and two figures standing on the ghost ship’s bow.

Are these her naked ribs, which fleck'd
The sun that did behind them peer?
And are these two all, all the crew,
That woman and her fleshless Pheere?


His bones were black with many a crack,
All black and bare, I ween;
Jet-black and bare, save where with rust
Of mouldy damps and charnel crust
They're patch'd with purple and green.


Her lips are red, her looks are free,
Her locks are yellow as gold:
Her skin is white as leprosy,
And she is far liker Death than he;
Her flesh makes the still air cold.


The naked Hulk alongside came
And the Twain were playing dice;
"The Game is done! I've won, I've won!"
Quoth she, and whistled thrice.


A gust of wind sterte up behind
And whistled thro' his bones;
Thro' the holes of his eyes and the hole of his mouth
Half-whistles and half-groans.


With never a whisper in the Sea
Oft darts the Spectre-ship;
While clombe above the Eastern Bar
The Horned Moon, with one bright Star
Almost atween the tips.


One after one by the horned Moon
(Listen!, O Stranger! to me)
Each turn'd his face with a ghastly pang
And curs'd me with his ee.


Four times fifty living men
With never a sigh or groan.
With heavy thump, a lifeless lump
They dropp'd down one by one.

~ The Rime of the Ancyent Marinere

[CenturyChild533]

Yeah, I agree with Hitokiri. Hard to write under 1000 words.

The salt air filled the old captain’s lungs as he inhaled a deep breath, lowering the spyglass that was raised to his good eye and letting the breath out slowly. Nothin’ again, he thought to himself, a disapproving mumble passing his lips. Nothin’ at all for a bloody week. It had not been a good week for the crew of the Duskwatcher, and it did not seem as though it were going to get better anytime soon.

Captain Farsee, the captain of the Duskwatcher, was what most of the guildless in Ravnica referred to as a legend. Farsee himself, however, thought nothing of such talk. Legends are naught but mere fantasy, the old man had always told his crew. Let them call us legends after we’re dead. Most of the legends had been born due to Farsee’s uncanny ability of a degree of foresight, and a general sense of precognition. To a degree, the captain could see the future, which was something he was admired for all across the plane. Admired, as well as envied and hated by more than a few among the Orzhov and the other guilds that had to rely on scrying to tell the events yet to come. Though Farsee’s powers were limited, they were considerably more insight into the events of the future than any normal man had.

One of the deckhands stopped next to Farsee, and the graying old man turned his attention upon the younger man. “What’s the problem, ensign?” he asked, his gruff tone penetrating and standoffish.

“We have reports of a ship off our starboard side, Cap’n,” the young lad said. “I can’t be sure what kind though. We were hoping for your expertise.”

The captain sighed, returned his spyglass to the leather loop on his belt. “Fine, fine. Let’s see what we’ve got.” He followed the young man to the starboard side of the Duskwatcher, looking out into the blue of the Ravnican sea and at the faint outline of the ship in the distance. He could not tell what it was, so he removed his spyglass and peered through it off towards the mysterious vessel.

“I can’t bloody tell what kinda ship she is,” Farsee muttered agitatedly. “Bring the Duskwatcher in closer, and we’ll see what we can find out.”

The pilot nodded, turning the vessel and setting the speed up. Once they arrived at the ship, they lowered the boarding planks and Farsee selected three of his men to follow him onboard. The vessel they boarded looked dilapidated, and to Farsee’s considerable confusion, there didn’t appear to be anyone on board. The green, molded vessel looked as though it had not been properly maintained in a very long time.

“You think she’s a derelict, Cap’n?” one of the men asked.

“Aye, it seems so. Well, if that’s the case, head down te the cargo hold, lads. We’ll strip this thing of anything that looks valuable.”

“Aye, sir!” the three replied enthusiastically.

Captain Farsee followed one of the men down to the cargo bay and they began looking through the crates. The ensign looked at one of the larger boxes and paled visibly, a tremor rocking his body. “Cap’n… you might wanna have a look at this…”

Farsee strode over to the crate. “What is it?”

The ensign pointed to the crate. Emblazoned upon the lid was a large signet: a sun shape, with four large points.

The signet of the Guild of Deals… the Orzhov.

“Blimey…” Farsee muttered unbelievingly. How could he not have seen this? Farsee, however was not one to leave such treasure as that of an Orzhov derelict go unplundered. “Clear this crate out. Carry it with you, or open it up and carry whatever you can. Either way.”

“Aye Cap’n,” the ensign replied, using his long knife to pop open the lid of the crate. There was a whoosh of air, and black smoke poured from the crate. The ensign lifted the lid slowly, peeking inside. As Farsee looked on, something astonishing and frightening happened.

A pair of skeletal arms sprang forth from the crate, grabbing the ensign by the throat and jerking him into the crate. He disappeared, even though the crate should not have fitted him.

“What in the name of the ten is going on?” Farsee barked, astonished by the spectacle. From the inside of the crate, a lithe figure rose, its arms clasped around its shoulders. When it spread the bony limbs, the form of a skeletal vampire was revealed, the fangs glistening in the hold’s dim light.

“Damn,” Farsee swore, reaching for the handle of his scimitar. “Typical Orzhov cargo: somethin’ weird and dangerous.”

Farsee wasn’t too worried. He still had a share of tricks up his sleeve.

The captain’s good eye narrowed as the monster lunged at him, and he drew his scimitar in a flash, bringing the blade upward in an arc and contacting the metal plate around the specter’s heart. I’ll have te stake it, or cut it’s head off, the captain thought to himself. And wi’ tha’ metal plate in the way, there’s no way in the world my blade’s getting’ through.

Farsee concentrated as the vampire made another pass, channeling a burst of red mana into the blade, causing the silver metal to glow red hot with fire and electricity. It was a trick that he had learned from his teacher, an Izzet magelord, who had been his teacher and master before Farsee left to pursue piracy. The old pirate captain still remembered everything he had been taught, and a few other tricks besides. He swung the blade as the vampire came around for another pass, and the searing blade struck the metal plate, melting straight through the steel and hitting the only remaining flesh inside the monster. It let out an unholy wail of pain, and collapsed, vanishing into a cloud of dust.

Farsee sheathed the blade, and two of the ensigns poked their heads down the hatch of the bay. “What in the name of ten guilds was that, Cap’n?”

Farsee sighed. He was getting old, but his powers remained.

“Nothin’, nothin’ at all, mates. Get down here and start hauling the rest of this stuff to the ship. And whatever ye do, lads… don’t open the bleedin’ crates.”

With that statement, Farsee stepped over the vampire’s remains and headed back to the ship.

[stolin]

Most pirates walk around and hear words like ‘Yarr’ and ‘Ay’, but not Captain Farsee. Captain Farsee was only twelve years old, but to the government he was evil, an evil pirate. Captain Farsee is the nickname that young Kevin gave himself. He thought that it would make him sound more leet in the forums. Kevin was wrong, and he was in big trouble. Kevin had what you might call a secret power. Kevin’s secret power was called “Kazaa”. Kazaa was Kevin’s pride and joy. He would get on his trusted computer and download hundreds of songs for no price to him at all. All the while, he would go by the name of Captain Farsee to ensure his credibility on websites where older kids hung out like magicdeckvortex.com. Kevin had over twenty gigabytes of music he downloaded on Kazaa.
One day Kevin got home from his Middle School and turned on his computer.
“Ah,” he exhaled, “I can not wait to download the newest song from Linkin Park!” He waited for his computer to load up. He watched patiently as the Windows XP logo came up. He clicked on his username, of which he used an avatar of two purple letters, C and F. “What shall we download today, Cap’n?” He chuckled to himself. Finally his familiar screen was up. The background was a giant alien from his favorite computer game, StarCraft. He double clicked on the icon for Kazaa, just as he had so many times before. Kevin looked down at his computer desk for the first time since he had gotten home. He saw a newspaper. On the newspaper was a sticky-note. It read:
“Kevin, honey,
I plan on being late today. I’m so sorry dear, but they need for me to stay longer for work. You know how they are! Anyhow, just heat up some pizza left over from last night. I bought some of that new ‘Diet Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper’ that you have said so much about. I hope you had a great day at school. I read an article in the newspaper that I think you may have some interest in.
Love, Mom”
Kevin sighed. His mom never gave him much attention anymore, but this was nothing that she could help. He frowned a little as he read the title of the newspaper clipping: “Internet Piracy Illegal”. ‘Internet Piracy,’ he thought. He read on: “Many youth of today have found that accessing any and all songs that they hear on the radio has become very easy. The artists that record these do not intend for them to be…”
Kevin let his mind trail off, he knew what he did was not right, but there was no way for them to catch him, was there? After all, it was Kazaa, it was offered on the internet as a free download. Kevin pushed these thoughts aside as his favorite program had loaded up. He signed in to his Kazaa account. His username was Captain Farsee. His password was ‘Jessie’, the name of the girl that he had a crush on at school. He found the Linkin Park song that he had heard on the radio and downloaded it in an instant. He listened to it. It didn’t seem as satisfying as he thought it would be. He sang along with the chorus, still, all the while, he kept thinking of that article. Could he really be caught? What’s the worst that could happen?
Kevin logged off and went to sleep. The next day He decided he would resist getting on his favorite program. When he got off the bus, he could see his driveway in the distance. There were two black limos parked in front of it. He got closer and saw that his mom was crying.
A bald man stood next to her. He had on a black suit and dark sunglasses. He turned to Kevin, “Do you go by the Alias, “Captain Farsee”?”
Kevin was nervous and timidly responded, “Yes sir, I do. It’s what I use in the f-f-f-forums.”
“Kevin Whittaker, please step into the vehicle.”
Kevin did as he was told. As he was leaving the driveway he heard his mother shouting, “He’s only twelve years old.”
Kevin was driven to an important looking building where he talked with a judge. The judge asked him if he knew what he did on the computer was illegal. Kevin did not lie. The judge told Kevin that he was to serve 200 hours of community service.
Years later Kevin, aka, Captain Farsee is in the eleventh Grade. Every Thursday he goes to that important looking building and gets a task. You might see Kevin as you drive around your local shopping center. He’s the guy who’s picking up all the trash off the side of the road.
Moral of the story: Don’t drink and drive. Just kidding. :D
Real moral of the story: Don’t be an internet pirate.



My entry is probably lighter reading that most of yours and likely unexpected. I didn’t intend to do one like this until I started writing. Enjoy reading it, it’s 825 words. May the best writer win!

[Maleficent]

Oh why not:

The Way of Heroes

--The cool, brisk air on his face, the furious yet gentle sounds of the ocean all around him, the calls of the many, diverse animals within its infinite depths, this was the life.
--Some poor souls don’t like to travel the seas, but not Virra. He loved it more than life itself.
--“Captain! We have trouble!” a crewmember shouted. Virra frowned.
--Except for these pirates.
--They were all over the place nowadays; looting, murdering, the list goes on. The bastards couldn’t make a life for themselves so they had to steal someone else’s. Well, one more chance to rid the sea of these mongrels, he thought, grinning wickedly.
--“I believe they are the ones who’ve found trouble. Let’s show them who really rules the seas!”
-- With that, the great ship Livinya veered onto an interception course with the pirates—which happened to be most feared and vicious crew in all the great seas….

* * * * * * * * * * *

--“Will ya look at that! I bet ther’s some mighty fine loot on that one!”
--“No doubt, Jeysa! Time for some fun, eh? Go get Farsee!”
-- “Aye, aye,” replied Jeysa, and he took off from his post.
-- The older pirate, left alone on the deck, looked back toward the oncoming ship. Perfect, he thought. Finally a chance to take over this hellhole. He grinned maliciously, then spun around to join Jeysa, or would have, except someone was blocking his way.
-- “Oh, C-Captain Farsee, I was just gonna-”
-- Farsee didn’t bother listening to the fellow pirate, but instead grabbed him by the throat, cutting him off, and proceeded to throw him over the railing and into the sea. He stood at the railing, watching as his mate thrashed wildly in the water, sputtering, until all that was left in his place were a few bubbles, and silence.
-- Jeysa came running back just after the incident, after not being able to find the Captain. “Oh, ther ya are, I was jus-”
-- “Yes, Jeysa, and I can clearly see the ship on the horizon.” He turned around and smiled, “Ready for some fun, my boy?”

* * * * * * * * * * *

-- As the pirate ship came more into focus, Captain Virra nearly dropped his scope in the water. What a lucky day this was! Grinning from ear to ear with victory, he shouted to his men, “We’ve got him, boys! That’s Farsee’s ship!”
-- One of the younger crewmembers almost fainted on the spot. “F-Farsee? Shouldn’t we turn around?”
-- “Nonsense! We’re taking this one down, once and for all!”
-- “B-bu-”
-- “No ‘buts’, boy. We’re doing this for honor!”
-- The boy hung his head and conceded, “Yessir.”
-- “That’s more like it. Now go tell the crew, we’ve got a mighty battle to win!”
-- The boy, Rycald, took off without a word, but many doubts. There’s no way they could beat Farsee. He’s never lost a fight, somehow. “Guess we’re going to find out the hard way…”

* * * * * * * * * * *

-- “All hands on deck! And don’t forget to bring your weapons this time you worthless sacks of sh-”
-- “Uh, Cap’n…?”
-- “What now, Jeysa? Is there a problem? Are they planning for a fight? Good! I’m spoiling for one! No one has beaten me in a battle at sea!”
-- “B-but this is the Livinya, sir, they’re pirate killers. An’ their ship is even greater than ours!”
-- “All the better! You’d better get ready, boy.”
-- “Yessir,” Jeysa replied, and took off.
-- Ah, yes. With this victory, he certainly will be the most feared pirate of the great seas! With a quick glance around him to make sure he was alone, he dawned a cloak and disappeared, leaving behind only his clueless crew and echoes of mad laughter.

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-- “Hey, aren’t you gonna get ready for the fight?”
-- With his back to the sailor, the man replied, “Of course! Who would want to miss a chance to kill the great Captain Farsee?! Just let me finish sharpening my blade. I hope to gut that bastard myself.”
-- Grinning, the sailor nodded and hurried to the deck.
-- Tsk , tsk, should pay more attention, sailor, the man thought. He’ll learn. With a flick of his wrist, he set his plan into motion.

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-- “Captain! We have trouble!”
-- “Ugh, what now, Rycald?”
-- The boy, eyes wide with fear, tried to get the message out, “T-the ship-”
-- “What about the damned ship? Speak, boy!”
-- “Fire!”
-- “What?!”
-- “In the cabin!”
-- The Captain stormed off, furious. God damn these amateurs. He swung open the cabin door and a blast of heat threatened to cook the flesh from his bones. As he thought to call for help, the fire disappeared, leaving behind only a cloaked man with his back turned. Thoroughly confused, the Captain asked, “Who are you?”
-- The man turned, smiling, “I don’t believe that is the question you want to be asking, Captain.”
-- “What should I be asking, then?”
-- “You could start by asking the Lord for forgiveness,” And with that, Captain Farsee took a blade to Virra’s throat.

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-- The battle turned out to be more one-sided than the crew had expected. It was like the other crew had no captain, dashing about in panic and confusion.
-- “I can’t believe we beat ‘em!”
-- “Yeah, so much for the best pirates in all the great seas!”
-- “You know, boys, I believe we would make decent ‘pirates’ ourselves.”
-- The sailors turned—surprised at the new voice—one smiling, one not. The one who wasn’t spoke, “But what about honor?”
-- This one would learn, this Rycald. Most likely through death. “Ah but there is honor! We’re but pirates of the pirates, my boy! And this ship, Livinya, will defeat plenty!” Now Rycald smiled.
-- “That’s a great idea, Captain Virra.”


(In case you didn’t pick it up, Farsee is a shape shifter with abilities to read minds, teleport, and create illusions, among other things. Fitting for a pirate in the world of Magic, I think :wink:. It may help to read it a couple times. Oh and a little more background on Farsee: Usually he would just conquer another crew like any 'ol pirate [with nasty tricks, of course], but when he comes upon a better ship or something he'll steal it like in the story, taking the Captain's place and starting all over again with a new name :D.)

Exactly 1000 words! :mrgreen: that was hard though, I had to cut a lot out :(. I hope the style isn't too bad for such a short story.. doesn't allow many details either, bah. Well ah hope yall like it :D

[stolin]

it was good mal! 8)


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