Story

[KeeperOfTheCode]

"These days grow dark now. Spirits are restless, and Jolly Roger's arm grows long. Beware my lads, but always fight on!"

Men lose their sanity, joining the horde of fleshless beings who rise from the grave at the bidding of a darker master. We cut them down in huge numbers, lopping heads from dead shoulders and putting silver into their hides without regard to this question: Why?



Now begins the story of Solomon Sharkfury and Peter Iceheart.

Clang! Flashes of silver rained down on him from above, and he had barely managed to raise his own blade in time to block the pale, wraith-like form from cleaving his skull in two. With a flick of his wrist, he disarmed the creature. It did nothing, but its cold, eyeless sockets staring back put a shiver down his spine. Death should finally take this forsaken being, and yet... No. He would spare the creature, though its human soul had surely long-since departed it. It was defenseless. As he turned his back, intending to flee to the next standing barricade, it lunged and began to throttle the life from him. Blue lights flashed before his eyes, and for a moment he thought he would suffocate. He kicked, but the ghastly monstrosity paid no more mind to his blows than a sea serpent would mind a rock crab. The night felt cold...

"READY..." The skeletons had nearly reached their defensive position... "AIM..." They were beginning to claw at the front lines... "FIRE!" An assortment of various shells, ranging from poisoned to silver, slammed through the skeletal forces, but even so, more kept coming. Solomon tried to conceal any fear that might show through his stoic features. They won't stop. His thoughts were sombre, for though he knew Roger could only send so many of his forces at the settlement without exhausting his forces, he also knew that most of Port Royal's usual defenders, including many of the men who had helped him during their attempted revolution, were away, either on raids, or else participating in drunken brawls on Tortuga. This could only continue for so long... "Withdraw." he breathed. Nobody heard him. "WITHDRAW NOW, OR THEY'LL HAVE OUR SKINS TO WARM THEMSELVES IN THE GRAVE!" Withdrawing towards the Mansion's outer courtyard, he heard rattling in a corner of the gardens. Few skeletons were up this far yet, save those few who were successful spies. Drawing his blade, Solomon sauntered forward. There lay a skeleton, strangling a small form. The lights had almost left the eyes of the fair-haired boy.


Stars flew before his eyes, then nothing. He knew he was about to die. Cold fear gripped him as darkness closed in around him. He looked up into the face of his assailant; its mirthless grin never reached its soulless eyes. Then... a silver blade appeared where its eyes had been, shattering its skull. The skeleton fell, and Peter looked up. A man stood there. He was a little taller than most. Seeing the man's warm blue eyes came as a relief after the bleak, empty ones of the undead. Calmly, as if he did this every day of his life, the man pulled the sword out of the back of the skeleton's head, examined it, as if to see if it had been scratched, and then said, "I think you'd best get out of here quickly. He could be here at any-" Suddenly, there was a loud crash as the wood of the barricade was blasted aside. Against the green lightning that struck every so often, the figure appeared a giant, his hair writhing like it serpents in the cold wind. The pirates defending the area were quickly wiped out. He turned his attention to the two figures before him.
Jolly Roger growled, just loud enough that they could hear it, "Hello Sharkfury."


Hope you enjoyed this. I'm beginning a collection of stories on these two pirates. One, Solomon, is my pirate. Peter, on the other hand, is entirely out of my head. Tell me what you think.