The Captain John Diamond adventures
'The search for Pontypine Island'
Once upon a time, a long, long time before the
Titanic took to the waters, a wind powered vessel called the
Almighty commanded by Captain John Diamond, sailed the ocean in
search of truth in a restless tale that compelled pirates into
������������For it was once told that treasure lay
in a sunken ship which now, years later sit shipwreck on the
banks of a mystery land called Pontypine Island, north of pirate
waters… further north than most pirates dare go! And there the
Almighty headed. Where unbeknown to Captain John Diamond, there
waits another tale yet to be discovered…
"One two, three four" the pirates swung
the sail half circle "Turn her bout the open shores"
each singing in time as the breeze caught the white sail from
behind and began to push them on course "Five six, seven
����������� Captain John Diamond, with a tiny
black beard and in full pirate clad stepped out from the cabin
'Dum-di-dum, di-dum-dum-dum…' and waved his hands like a
conductor in time with the music.
����������� "NORTH CAPTAIN!" a tall man with a
peanut shape head and long wiry arms ideal for manning the deck,
shouted out as he began to tie the rope around the spars to keep
����������� "North, right you are Snake, right you
are!" Captain John Diamond tipped his black tricorn hat toward
him in good spirit. Snake was the Mate of the ship, as Mate it
was his responsibility to take care of the ropes, pulleys, sails,
and all the other rigging that was necessary for the voyage,
which often made him second in command.
The Captain took the steps down onto the deck, his
shoes clicking against the rough planks as he passed the row of
sweaty men pulling the cordage to keep the rope tight for
����������� "Captain!" each of them called out as
he passed. John sneered behind their backs; the smell of their
hard work was putrid on his tongue and so he kept walking. He
walked until he reached the bow of the ship where he looked out
to sea with the breeze blowing back the few fallan dark strands
of hair from his face whilst the hands still chanted in rhyme
behind him. He turned up the white cotton sleeve of his right
arm, licked his index finger and placed it above his head to find
the direction of the wind.
����������� "Can you feel that? I believe even
nature is on your side!" a clear British accent settled on the
breeze toward the Captains ear.
John looked round to see a man with pure white
hair in a ponytail smiling at him with a set of pearly white
teeth. He nooded and waved him closer "That, my friend is not
nature, its gold!"
"John, you took me away from my wife, my home and
my country! You and I, we are not friends!" he said standing
politely with his hands together at the small of his back.
"Oh come now, don't be so hard on your Captain! I
let you live, didn't I? Now that is a generous gift from a
pirate, Charlie boy!" John slapped him on the shoulder, amused by
his own wit.
����������� "You stole me from the
British monarchy to help you find Pontypine Island. You need me
John, why would you kill me?"
Captain John Diamond responded by raising an
eyebrow at him.
����������� "Your not going to kill me are you?"
Charles asked nervously watching John playing with his beard
reluctant to answer… "We're friends!" Charles added with a trying
����������� John gleamed with a change of
disposition "Indeed we are Charlie!" and hit his shoulder again
knocking Charles forward, his hands grabbing the front of
����������� "It's Charles!" He corrected.
John's shapely grin slipped to one side; an
unpleasing reaction, Charles noticed.
"...But you can call me Charlie!" he quickly
����������� "Perfect!" John slapped him on the
shoulder for the third time and twiddled his fingers together
with a mischievous smirk.
Charles shook his head shamefully, knowing to well
the trouble he was about to get himself
into������������������������������������� The day was late and the wind picked up the further north
they ventured, the Almighty was now sailing in darker and heavier
It had been a long afternoon of drinking ale from
one of the barrels�from a Caravel ship which they'd pirated a few
days ago, and Captain John Diamond�now committed himself to the
cabin for the evening where he now sat slumped in front of a map
with an empty brass mug swinging in his hand.
"Snake!" Captain John whined and then, with no
answer he bellowed "SNAKE?" and threw his mug over his head in
Snake entered the cabin head before body ducking
the low beams that had caught him on the forehead so many times
before and the wind began to blow the cabin door back and forth,
rocking the ship under the strain of the increasingly windy
Snake, stood still and searched the Captain with
his good eye, the other being wonky. The Captain now sat with his
head flat on the desk "Captain?" he preceded carefully.
Captain John Diamond sighed from beneath his
falling dark hair which hid his face and his dribbling
Snake, stepped closer and bowed his head "What can
I do you for?" he asked.
This time John said nothing at all and Snake
paused and tried to think of what to do.�His eyes�circled the
room and�noticed the Captains hat beside his head on the desk.
Looking back and forth at John and the hat he reached for it with
an excited giggle.
"Don't even think about it!" John barked with a
slurry tongue, turning his head to see Snake playingnervously
with his hands by his chest.
"Sorry, Captain… its jus so bootiful!" he squealed
excitedly in a slang accent.
John rolled his eyes and lifted his head in a
drunken state "Ssssnake…" he grabbed the hat placing it on the
crown of his head and said "Get me Charlie boy, I can't make head
nor tail of this darn map!" each word prolonged and spinning off
the tip of his tongue.
Snake watched John's index finger circle the map
with no apparent means of direction "Captain, sir, Charlie
John screwed up his face "Charlie boy, Charles…"
he waited for a response but got nothing, Snake looked about him
as if he were talking to someone else "The British man with the
fancy white suit Snake!!" John spat.
Snake's wonky eye rolled as he nodded his head
"Yes, yes…" his voice lifted "…I know the fella! He's on deck
"What?" John stood up unsteady on feet and tilting
his head with a suspicious glare, he did not intend to steel the
prince of England for him to prance around with the hands!
"His up on deck, manning the crew he is!"
At that moment the ship took a dip to the left and
rocked fiercely from side to side taking ornaments with it to the
floor. The cabin door opened with a slam and the crew could be
heard shouting over the rain that now fell against what looked to
be stormy weather.
Captain John Diamond stirred bitterly whilst
gripping to his desk. This was not good a storm would throw the
ship right off course!! He moved forward with a cursing fist and
used Snake to lean on a he passed him.
Snake crumpled to the floor with his weight on his
arm. Managing to pick himself up he followed his captain
Outside, the sea was fierce with life biting and spitting over
the bow of the ship leaving the deck inches deep in water.
"PULL HER LEFT!" Charles yelled to the hands
holding the pulley. The sail began to turn right putting them in
line with the clashing waves, hitting them every few seconds and
knocking the ship sideways. Charles waved for their attention
"LEFT! I SAID LEFT!" he hollowed over the storm and watched as
the hands fought the coil, the sail turning left.
The ship settled over the waves and eased the ship
into a clear direction. John had been watching from the cabin
door, with his hand on his hat to keep from it blowing away.
Impressed he look back to Snake "He is the new Mate!" he said
putting Charles in charge of the sail.
Snake frowned "But Captain…" he was the Mate of
"Step down Snake! Charlie boy will serve
Almighty well!" John said cutting him off. Snake sunk back into
the cabin with disappointment and began to mutter under his
breath "Thieving pest!! I will get you for