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Feirce winds had blown into Tortuga. All had left and the streets had fell near silent, with the exception of the wind. Yet one lone pirate was left sitting behind a wall near the Faithful Bride. His name, Swash. He had nearly escaped a harsh battle between the Spanish and French Privateers. He need to stay silent. One false move, and he could be found within an instant. He realized the harshness of battle. He needed to try to stay away. But every time he tried, he went back. Looks like things were not to change.
He stepped onto the shore of the French Island. He walked up the stairs and was greeted by two pirates who quickly threw him to the ground. The French pirate Lord then appeared and spat in his face, and had begun to yell at him. "Worthless pirate! Ye have run from death for too long! Die as a privateer, or stay off my island! You shall never be respected here again, not until you get yourself together and try to work for me! Now get out of my sight, you bilge rat!" He raised a pistol to Swash's head, so Swash left, not wanting to die.
Two days later:
Swash was sitting in the Faithful Bride, when a man stepped inside. "Everyone, listen! All but a few privateers have abandoned the French pirate Lord! News has been spread that he is in search of a squadron inorder to fight the final battles of this war!"
So it became clear to Swash, that this was his last chance to gain respect. He set out across the Carribean, insearch of fearsome pirates inorder to join his squadron. Yet this was not any Squadron, this was, The Last Squadron.......
To be continued.....
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