The Rise of Solo

[Solomon O]

Hey guys! Thought I'd give story writing another shot. I am relatively new to this so advice will be welcomed.

Prologue

Solomon stared down at his crew. They were working fiercely under the merciless summer sun. It was a fine day in the Caribbean, the sun was out - burning the pirates aboard the mighty ship Blue Dawn - the sea had a green - blue hue to it and almost seem to be glowing. It was almost too good, there were storm clouds on the horizon. Solomon was facing a dilemma. Shall he sail forward and gain ground? Or wait here? Either way the storm was going to reach him one way or the other. Solomon - or Solo as he had been nick-named - decided to drop anchor right where he was. "All hands!" He yelled, "Raise the sails and drop the anchor, we be waiting the storm out right here, mateys"
"Aye, Aye, captain" The crew yelled at once, almost like it was practiced.

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That night Solo was sitting in the captains cabin. Dinner was being served. The smell of newly cooked pig was filling the cabin. Solo's mouth was watering. He didn't realize how hungry he had been up until now. He was to busy worrying about the storm that seemed to have come to a standstill mere meters away from the Blue Dawn. The crew were scared out of their wits, they reckon witchcraft was involved. The storm had formed like a fog wall in front of them almost wanting the pirates not to continue forward. Solo dug into the meal greedily, not caring about the days events, it all just melted away as he ate the succulent meat. "ALL HANDS", the voice came from above, it sounded like death himself "DROP THE SAILS, FULL SPEED AHEAD". Solo stood up so quickly it was almost like he was flying. Who was giving orders on his ship? As he came rushing out the cabin he noticed the crew looking about from where them orders came from. His first mate, Joshua came running up to him "Yer Orders Cap'n?".
"Nay, might just be-" Solo was cut off as out of the fog emerged two war ships.

Solomon noticed something, these ships weren't ordinary ships. The wood seemed to be rotting, massive holes were in its hulls - it was a miracle they could still float - it seemed to be going against the wind and above all the crew aboard seemed to be already be dead.

The skeletons were rushing about the deck, loading cannons, brandishing swords, and yelling cries of war as they neared. The stench of hundreds of rotting corpse filled Solo's nose, it clogged out every other smell and was almost unbearable. Solomon still had enough sense within him to give orders, "Load the cannons, or it be ye who wakes up in Davy Jones Locker!!" His crew was one of the most well trained crew in the Caribbean, most off them were ex-navy. But no matter how good they were, the skeletons were to close and two powerful.

The ship on the starboard side fired first, but instead of normal cannonballs fiery spectral shots came flying into the ship. Solo's crew was now utterly terrified, but still managed to return fire. The cannons boomed as shots were fired, but they seemed to do no damage to the Ghost ships. A laugh emitted from nowhere, a deep, heartless laugh. The skeleton ships started to board. Swinging from ropes, the skeletons landed, one by one. Solomon's best fighters were first in line for their defensive efforts. But no matter how many skeletons were defeated more would board. It was like a nightmare, only real. Solo's crew was soon cut down to size. Only He, his first mate, and 2 pirates were left standing. Solomon gasped in disbelief as a skeleton appeared out of the fog, as if by magic. He marched over to Solo, briefly stopping to pick up a plank of wood from the ship. The last thing Solo remembered was, pain, lying on the ground, staring at the skeleton with the plank in his hand and a pistol-dagger combination as his other hand. He had a whalebone leg and a heartless laugh. Then Solomon lost consciousness.

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Well, Its a start I guess.

-Solo O'S