Chapter 1: The Black Flag

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

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The Black Flag

In the dark night a thick green fog had poured over the Sea. It brought with it a heavy air that made the men aboard the Brigantine paranoid that sickness was in the air. They walked around the boat, keeping hard eyes on the fog with cloths tied around their noses and mouths, oil lamps tied to the masts and a large one on the end of the Bowstrip. Some of the men who walked around eyeing the fog and Sea also carried smaller lamps, holding them out to see where they were going and to try and see through the fog.

The Sea was calm and quiet, as if they were all alone in the world. The Captain aboard the ship, a fat man covered in cloth from head to toe with a curled white wig on his head, darted his eyes from left to right. He expected a Sea Monster to come bursting from the Ocean at any moment. And when that time came he’d run for the small cockboat that hung on the side of the ship. He had the men ready it just in case “the crew” needed to make a hasty get away. But the self centered man was only interested in himself. With how his men were positioned he was the closest one to the boat.

That’s when thy heard it, a strong horn that came from the fog. They heard it soft as if it was coming from far away. The Captain wasn’t sure what to make of it and took a subconscious step towards the small boat. None of his men seemed to hear it so he wondered if his nerves were too high, but then the sound came again, louder. The men looked like they heard it then. It spooked them and made them flash their lanterns around and draw their Cutlasses from their leather sheathe.

“Steady men,” The First Mate said, a thinner slightly muscled man. Definitely a man more fit to be in a higher position than the Captain who got his position from his family inheritance. The voice made the Captain jump then he cleared his throat.

“Yes, yes steady yourselves it is but a simple horn,” The captain said, his fat cheeks making his voice sound thick as though speaking with custard instead of air. The First Mate rolled his eyes, knowing the man for a lot longer than the hired crew. The Crew took relief from their Captain, believing him to be the man of the legends that he created himself. The First Mate knew how much of a greedy sleaze the man truly was. How the crew acted was no surprise to him. “No doubt another ship of men such as ourselves.” The Captain puffed up his chest, putting on a false façade in front of his crew who glanced at him in between panicked eye-darting at the fog. “Blowing a horn to see who else is out here. Someone give a response!” The First Mate frowned, his lips forming a thin line across his wind stained skin.

“Captain I don’t think that’s a good idea,” He said slowly but the Captain waved him off and motioned for one of the crewmen to continue. A man grabbed a rather cheap looking horn, moved his cloth down from his mouth, wet his lips and pursed them against the hollowed tip of the wooden horn and blew. The sound was weak and cracked, not from the man but from the poor condition of the horn itself. A few seconds after the strong horn sounded again, louder. With a nod from his Captain the man blew into the horn again. Another response horn, louder again. Within a few seconds they started seeing the dark shape of a ship, by appearance the First Mate could easily tell that the ship was much larger than theirs and was more than likely not going to be friendly. A ship that large was most likely a Pirate ship, blowing a horn in hopes of finding idiots like his Captain.

Below him, the Captain’s Quarters door opened and closed. A richly dressed woman walked onto the deck and looked around. She nodded at the men who watched her come out without putting a cloth to her face, something odd for a Noblewoman to do in such strange weather with so many sweating men about. She walked up to where the Captain and First Mate stood and nodded a greeting to them both.

“My, what is all his commotion?” She mused and began to fan herself with her hand. “Quite a fog.”

“There M’lady,” The First Mate said, pointing his finger at the growing shadow of the larger ship.

“Who is it?” She asked, a little worried. The Captain caught her tone and laughed.

“Poor sods in the same boat we’re in, if you’ll excuse that pun.” The Captain laughed at his own joke. The woman gave a courtesy laugh before turning away from him and rolling her eyes.

“Who are they?” She asked the First Mate who opened his mouth to speak but the Captain answered first.

“Another Merchant ship no doubt. Or Guards out patrolling the waters.” The Captain seemed proud of himself, his own foolishness making even himself feel safer.

“Captain…” She tested, “That’s a rather large vessel for a Merchant ship.” The First Mate agreed while the Captain scoffed at her and muttered about how women knew nothing of ships. Looking at the First Mate who nodded with her she walked over to him and leaned in.

“I fear Pirates M’lady.” The woman huffed in aggravation which made the man raise an eyebrow.

“Great,” She said unhappily and turned to look at the ship. “Just when I finally found a way off that Port.”

The ship started appearing out of the fog. The wood was black as the night with sails just as dark. The ship brought an uneasy feeling with it as it got closer and closer and eventually sailed up next to the smaller ship, towering it, making the men feel like a slight breeze would cause that ship to fall on it’s side and crush them. The woman gritted her teeth, her hands falling into fists beside her. Heads moved up higher, following up what they could see of the Masts and seeing a black flag with something white on it, but the fog made it useable. The black of the fabric however, was clear to see. It was a Pirates ship. The Captain gasped, his face turning red in panic.

A lone figure appeared on the side of the ship. It was hard to see details but from what the First Mate could tell it was no doubt the Captain of the ship. His long coat swayed in the slow breeze that carried the fog and made ripples in the water. He saw his head turn, knowing only by how the Captain’s hat move. Moments later a rope was thrown down with a simple order from the man above, “Hold it.” The voice was feminine but still strong, making the First Mate raise an eyebrow. The woman was the first to move, she went over and held the rope in her hands. After her was the First Mate who made eye contact with her, surprised she made a move. When the rope was held the two gave a yank, which was followed by the figure rushing down the rope with a loose grip on his gloved hands. He dropped with a loud thud unto the small ship. To everyone’s surprise it was a woman. She walked away from the two who held the rope then spun around, looking at everyone.

“Where’s the Captain?” The crew’s faces turned to stone and for a moment the Captain was proud of his crew but the Noblewoman and First Mate pointed to him, sighing with a bored tone and spoke simultaneously.

“Right over there.”

“There you are Ma’am.”

The crew was shocked and yelled in disappointment while the Captain looked with worry at the Pirate Captain. She smiled in amusement, making a mental note that she liked them. She looked at the Captain before walking towards him then around him. Looking him over from head to toe. She took out her sword and pointed moved the point to a cloth, fingering the fabric with the tip. Some of the crew gasped and made a move towards her but stopped when they saw some of her crew appear on the side of the boat. The Pirate Captain watched as the First Mate and Noblewoman made no move about the fact she had a sword to their Captain.

“What’s all this fabric for? Are you sick?” The Captain mumbled incoherently a reply to the question. The woman lifted her hand to her ear and cupped around the edge. “What was that?”

“No,” Came his muffled reply. “What do you want from us?” He asked boldly, mustering fake courage in front of his crew.

“I wanted to see who the big idiot was but now that I see the Captain I’m hardly surprised. A bunch of paranoid idiots.” The Pirate Captain walked passed the Captain and put her boot up on the railing behind the wheel. “I am Captain Skytte. If you would be so kind to hand over your goods my men and I won’t leave you stranded without any food and water. However, try to fight us and you’ll all die. Except for you two because I like you, we’ll maroon you two somewhere,” Captain Skytte said and waved her sword at the Noblewoman and First Mate.  “I have as many men that could easily outnumber you all five to one. Half as many cannons on my ship. Not to mention each and every one of my men are Gaeri with a grudge against humans. What do you say Captain?” Captain Skytte said and looked back at him. She saw his eyes widen above the cloth over his nose.

“J-just take it!” He shouted and turned away. Dying was not in his favor. However he would tell the crew something more courageous than him being out for his skin. Captain Skytte blew a sharp whistle and her men began boarding the small ship, throwing a long stepped board over the side to connect with the smaller ship. The crew of the smaller ship were gathered around in the center while Captain Skytte’s men boarded and looted their goods. The Captain eyed Skytte’s men in fear. They really were all Gaeri. He personally owned quite a few of those half animal beasts as slaves, he dared not say that out loud. But the fact he was being robbed by such secondary beings struck a chord within him. Captain Skytte saw the anger boiling in his eyes and waved her sword at him.

“You look at my men with such hatred. Racist?” She asked honestly.

“N-no no it’s just not something you’d see everyday.” He tried to defend himself by lying so that he could save himself from her wrath of her crew’s.

“Uh huh. Are you a very wealthy man? Own a nice big house?” She got closer to him while looking down at her sword, moving it around in her hands. When she was centimeters away from him she looked up into his eyes, glaring daggers at him. “Own slaves?” He shook his head violently and began to protest. But his voice was cut and he stared down in shock. Captain Skytte’s blade was run through his stomach. She pulled it out and stabbed him through the chest, making him fall to the floor of the deck in a massing pool of blood. She pulled the blade out of him, bending over to wipe her sword clean using the cloths that covered the now dead Captain.

“Oh no,” The Noblewoman mocked as she saw the Captain die. She held her hand up to her mouth in a mocking gesture and tsked. Captain Skytte turned to look at her and smirked.

“Yes I’m sure you’re so upset over it. What were you here for?” Skytte asked after sheathing her sword in her leather belt.

“I was just a Noblewoman looking for passage to Crepella,” She said with a slight bow. Skytte moved closer picking up the pearl necklace from around her neck.

“Fake jewelry, stitched dress,” Skytte hung her words in the air and lifted the skirt of the dress a bit to look at the shoes. “Broken heeled shoes and no tights? Now I don’t know where you come from but from where I come from Noblewoman would skip on real jewelry and tights at the most. But I bet you don’t even have a corset on so let’s skip lies shall we?” The woman smiled smile that didn’t reach her eyes as she stared at the Captain.

“Alright fine. I’m a thief that dolled herself up so that fat greedy pig would give me quick passage off Svengali. But I am heading to Crepella.” The First Mate raised his eyebrows at the sudden change of her voice. It became normal but still held the beauty, just without all the fake formalities and happy high tone. The Captain nodded and moved away from her. She looked at the First Mate.

“You were quick to sell out your captain,” She stated with a hint of disapproval. The first Mate caught on and began to defend himself.

“I won’t be loyal to a Captain who would ready a boat for himself to leave his crew behind when danger strikes.” Captain Skytte nodded in understanding. She walked over to the railing and looked at the crew of he dead Captain. They were angry. Their looks went from all three of them to her crew and back again.

“Well their Captain is dead now and they look pretty upset. They seem able to handle this ship on their own.” The thief raised her eyebrows as a smirk threatened her lips while the First Mate hardened his lips into a flat line.

“Are you hinting at something?” He asked coldly.

“Yes. I’ll give you both passage aboard my ship. Of course you would owe me. But I suspect that would be better than being left to these men who seem to hold their late Captain in higher regards than you did.” The two looked at each other. The woman shrugged happily at him, not caring if she boarded the Pirate ship or not. She would be able to pay them back. She had good information if she didn’t have enough money. The First Mate looked at the crew who were glaring, threats heavy on their eyes. He sighed and tilted his head back before giving his answer.

Submitted: February 17, 2015

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Normally I wouldn't read novels but I thought I would give this a go and boy was I glad that I did. I have read some other novels on here before but I got a little fed up half way through and couldn't finish. This, however, had me hanging on every word.

Will you be writing more, I will be keeping my fingers crossed that you do. It reads really well so well done, I only stick to poems because I find it hard to paint a story otherwise. Great work here though. I thoroughly enjoyed it and I am not just saying that. I honestly hope that you write more at some point.

Wed, February 18th, 2015 9:49am


Ah thank you! I'm actually working on the next chapter right now and it will probably be finished today. I'm happy you took the time to read this! I wasn't really sure about it haha

Wed, February 18th, 2015 7:56am


Wow, this is awesome! It feels like a manga version of pirates of the carribean :) . Works well if you ask me. Btw, you may not be taking reading requests, but judging by your username i would love for you to read my novel Stigma, whenever you find the time. Thanks! :D

Wed, February 18th, 2015 4:55pm


I'll give it a shot, I'm actually close to closing a book soon. It would be an honor if you kept reading this story.

Wed, February 18th, 2015 8:57am


Wow,, this was awesome.. certainly will keep people waiting anxiously for update :) write more!

Wed, February 18th, 2015 7:13pm


I will, I'm currently working on it as I type this :)

Wed, February 18th, 2015 11:31am


Loved it! Very different from any pirate book I've read in the past.

Thu, February 19th, 2015 7:07am


I hope it continues to be that way, the next chapter is a different pace, different character, but the chapter after is going to return to this pace

Thu, February 19th, 2015 6:46am


I usually don't like this subject, but this time I simply admire how deliberately you came up to this. May I ask you something 'These beasts, what are they alike to? Couldn't you describe them before you begin your narration? It will give much visibility to your description. Please, find out how to do this before. Very good job!

Fri, February 20th, 2015 9:40pm


It is very cliche and unoriginal to begin a story where you describe that which is unusual in normalcy. Also it did not seem to feel write when I wrote what the Gaeri were at first and then head into a darkness that this story takes. Therefore the Gaeri have been described elsewhere and also in the next chapter. Which is technically the first chapter. This is the Prologue, but alas Booksie does not offer a Prologue option.
I thank you for not only reading this story but also for commenting and your input which I have regarded as welcoming as possible, I look forward to further input you may have and will try to fit it somewhere if applicable to the feel of the story. Sorry that this is so verbose! Please excuse me LeeSchneider as I end this feedback :)

Fri, February 20th, 2015 1:46pm

Stormbird Throneshaker

When THE READER FEELS as if THEY ARE IN THE STORY, then the writer has grabbed the reader, THAT BEING ME, HOOK, LINE, and SINKER.
From start to end, it gets an I LIKE IT from me !!!

Tue, February 24th, 2015 7:52pm


Thank you! I hope you enjoy the rest of the story!

Tue, February 24th, 2015 12:06pm


at first, i thought "dang now i have to read this BIG old story because i went on the reveiw circle." but im very glad i did. i was hooked by the time i finished the third chapter! amazing work!

Tue, March 3rd, 2015 6:16pm


Thank you very much! I realize this isn't as crazy as my other novels in the passed but i do hope you enjoy it! If you're after something a little more intense why not read my other novel that's up? Its fine if you dont lol I go on that page and read what I can when I can. Thank you for your time!

Tue, March 3rd, 2015 10:38am


"Captain I don't that's a good idea". Either famous last warning words, or a jinx. A whistle blower, too, it seems, but it all belies his common sense. And nice little hints and details too! The First Mate's displeasure with his captain and the Noblewoman's slips of a 'true proper woman'. All little hints that not only came into play later on, but made these characters interesting. The newcomers that rocked the boat (puns are sacred, sacred things) are another demonstrations of an interesting characters to be unveiled. Too bad the Captain is too busy sleeping with the fishes (sacred) to join in on this adventure! *applause*

Sat, June 6th, 2015 7:29am


Lol yes thank you. I'm still unsure of this story

Mon, June 8th, 2015 7:07pm

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