A New Age. Part One: The Death of Lord Matthias

[The Commodore]

Stepping onto the island known as Kingshead, Lord Matthias, the King's hand in charge of the Caribbean paused for a moment. Something isn't right, I can feel it. His chief guard, Captain Walter Randolph looked at him. "Anything wrong sir?" Matthias shook his head, and the great door guards opened them, leading into the parade ground. Passing the Navy drill team, he stopped to admire them for a moment before passing on, walking up the hill to his office at the top of the island. Arriving at the stone walkway leading up to the top fort, he made a sharp turn and paused to acknowledge the men on guard. They nodded and returned to attention, staring at the olny way up to this level. Matthias opened his door and stepped inside. He didn't even notice the thing piece of rope on the floor, nor the barrels of highly flammable rum in the corner. Tripping the rope, and piece of flint struck against another, shooting a spark at the oil soaked rum barrels...

About a hundred yards away, Zeke Leyland watched the ensuing fireball ignite, as well as several others, sparked on by the concussion. "Here's to Matthias, without his rum, he would still be alive." Zeke took a sip from his own rum company, Rogue Distilling and Shipping's, finest rum; Silver Moon. He smiled. A new age dawns tonight. His helmsman turned the ship towards the heart of the Caribbean, Port Royal. "We've got a meetin with the governess herself lads. Maybe I'll get lucky and get a good position, like governor of Tortuga."





This is only part one. Tell me what you think.

Zeke