Prologue
The night was thundering with a heavy rain and there was an eerie, low cast fog circling around Port Royal. The clatter of guns and the jingling of swords of another weapons were the dull, monotonous sound that kept repeating, over and over and over. The commanders were pushing the soldiers to do the daily work to maintain the fort, but there was something out of place, something unusual. The sound was barely audible and it took a skilled auditor, but it was heard.
"Plop... plop... plop..."
A soldier heard the sound and was following it, creeping around the walls and avoiding being sighted by his commander. Being spotted by his commander would in no doubt result in a few slashes from a whip, something nobody takes pride in with their scars on their backs.
There! He heard it again coming from the weapons shack. He crawled in, slowly creeping into the room and saw what he was looking for. At the top of the shack there was a small leak due to the heavy downfall of rain. The soldier quickly patched up the leak by using some wood and nails.
A flash of light shimmered right before he exited, and he saw a magnificent sword. A sword that glittered and radiated sunlight even in the darkest of the night. The sword was valuable, obvious to the soldier but who's was it? Why was it laying around in a run down weapons shack. The soldier decided to take it, and would either use it for himself or sell it for a hefty price improvising that he took it off a Pirate.
But he failed to notice, that in the shadows of the corner, as he was exiting the shack, a hand reach out over his mouth and drag him back inside.
The next day, he was dead.
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It was short I know, but it was only the prologue. Please enjoy, the next ones will be longer.