The Boy With a Dream

[Crestshot]

You better not stop writing, Christopher Ironhawk!

That is all.

[blaster54]

Man chris! That story was spicy!!!!!!

[Tiberius Fireskull]

Finally got around to reading your next chapter. Very good mate, very good. I'll say that for a first time writer, your description is very, very good. Not easy to imagine the death of parents, and you did a good job of it. I applaud you.

Rum's on m... uhh... Savvy!

[Pirate Guy]

Wow Chris that was awesome! Thanks for including me

[Captain Sharktooth]

This is a great story so far Chris! You are a good writer! A lot of deaths early on though :O

[charlottegold]

Oh you have no idea how excited I am to be included in your story that is sososos awesome! And when you said you could see me doing that you really DO KNOW ME!! That is me, always early, eager and on of the best friends you could want.
Oh Chris I am forever grateful for you to include me - it means so much!!
love love love ya!
Char

[Chris Ironhawk]

Hey guys! Chris here to post another chapter of the story of a boy with a dream, Christopher Ironhawk!

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Chapter 2-The Man

“LAND HO!” shouted the first mate and helmsman, William Goldwalker “Port Royal! Directly ahead!”

Captain Ironhawk was sitting in his cabin, playing with his prized sword, the Masterwork Cutlass. He had received this sword as a hand-me-down from his father. His father had taken this sword from an EITC Assassin at the great battle of Kingshead. The pirates had lost, though Chris’s father had made it out alive with this sword… It was Christopher’s pride and joy. Now that his father had died by the hand of the Royal Navy, Christopher swore that he would use the Masterwork Cutlass to kill any Navy scum that he ever came into contact with.

“Land? Already?” yawned a tired Charlotte walking out of the deck of the Executioner. “The winds must have been on our side last night! Fine sailing, Mr. Goldwalker!”

“You are bright and cheery, aren’t you, little blondie?” asked Second Mate Guy “I have never once came across a woman who is actually a morning person.”

“First of all, you will never call me Little Blondie again.” Threatened an annoyed Charlotte “I am five years older than you and you shall treat me with respect or you shall suffer by the wrath of my arsenal of dolls! Second of all, I have always been a morning person… I wish that I would have woken up a bit earlier, though; just so I could watch the sunrise. I tend to be in a better mood when I witness the daily beauty of our sun at its peak.”

“Fine, fine. I will never again call you ‘Little Blondie.’ I just thought that it was appropriate, since you have blonde hair.” said Guy, panicking.

At this point, Chris abruptly stepped in. “We may not be hitting land as quickly as we thought, mates! Here comes a Navy War Sloop, and they don’t look like they want to sink us. In fact…” Chris paused for a minute “READY YOUR WEAPONS, MATES! WE ARE BEING BOARDED!”

Chris unsheathed his cutlass. The others followed in suit. Charlotte had run below deck and back, now holding two dolls. One looked like a monkey, and the other, a beautiful woman. Guy and Goldwalker had also grabbed what looked to be long sticks.

Puzzled, Chris asked “What are those? And why are they aboard my ship?”

Laughing, Goldwalker replied “They’re voodoo staves. Our fathers had been teaching us to use them, just in case.”

While they were talking, the Navy thought that this would be a good time to send someone flying in and attack Charlotte. There is never a good time to attack Char. With a simple movement of an arm, she flung the soldier into the air, making him landing back on his on ship. More followed in suit; this time, actually landing ON the deck of the Executioner. Guy seemed to be happy that they were all bunched together, in a little herd. Christopher shot him a weird look, then continued attacking. Ironhawk saw Guy and Goldwalker raise the arms with the staves in them. After a few seconds of this combined with chanting, a fiery ball appeared at the top of each staff. Christopher jumped out of the way, and it is a good thing that he did. The two casters flung the staves hard, sending the flaming balls into the group of soldiers. They just stood there, like deer in headlights. It seemed that the flaming balls were moving in slow motion, or maybe Chris was. When the balls hit, they had a bowling ball effect. All of the soldiers flew across the deck. The crew cautiously approached them. Char checked all of them for heartbeats. Nothing. They were still on fire a bit, too.

Ironhawk’s crew swung over to the other ship to look for things to plunder. They immediately went below deck. Guided only be candlelight, they proceeded to move from room to room. A few minutes later, the crew met up on deck. “Anything?” They all asked.

“Nothing…” They all said, disappointed.

“Well, it wasn’t a total loss, mates.” Captain Ironhawk said.

They all looked at him with a confused look.

“Hello?!? Do you not see the ship that we have just taken from the Navy? We have just added a new War Sloop to our fleet!”

Just then, the crew heard a voice. “Do you really think that you are going to take this ship from me?”

A large man popped out of a barrel that they had not noticed before. He was holding what looked like a broadsword. Immediately, the Executioner’s crew drew their weapons. The man started attacking Chris first. Ironhawk easily parried all of his attacks. Charlotte pulled out her monkey voodoo doll. She started mumbling chants, making the man scream like a little girl. Christopher looked at him in shock. Bloody, dripping cuts started appearing all over the man. At the same time, they all heard a blood-curdling shriek. Chains were literally popping out of the deck of the War Frigate. They wrapped themselves around the man, making him scream even louder. An uncanny hole opened up beneath him. The shackles started pulling him down; a permanent vacation to Davy Jones’s Locker.

Once this ordeal was over with, Ironhawk told William Goldwalker to take the wheel of the new ship. He also told Pirate Guy to stay behind on the new ship to help Goldwalker hoist the sails. Charlotte and Christopher swung back over to the Executioner. This would give him some time to talk to Char about what happened. From the War Galleon, Admiral Ironhawk yelled to Goldwalker, telling him to continue towards Port Royal.

“So, tell me; what were those chains that pulled that man under?” Christopher asked Charlotte.

“They are called Grave Shackles.” she explained “When I chant a specific line of ancient Pirate Lore, they appear from literally anywhere and take my victim to the depths of Davy Jones’s Locker. It is truly the most tortuous curse I know.”

“Wow. Just don’t ever use that on me, kay?” Chris laughed.

“Deal.” Char agreed “So, do you realize that you are now an Admiral? We have two ships now. That puts you in the position of an Admiral.”

“Yes. This is amazing. It seems that everything has been going my way lately. I wonder how long that will last.” He continued “When we port at Port Royal, I will hold the coronation for Will into the position of “Captain.” He is the best helmsman that we have, and he knows what he is doing.”

“Excellent choice.” She replied, giving Chris a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

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So, I will continue to showcase Charlotte as a main character in my story... Hope you liked it!

As always, comment, pick apart, critique, etc. I will be a big boy and take the hits!

I will be back next Monday with yet another chapter!

[charlottegold]

I love it so much Chris!!
I am very honored that you feature me! It warms my heart!!
Love you bunches!
Char

[SEAKING23]

I hope i can be put it

Love it... the way you put voodoo into it was nice.

[Captain Sharktooth]

Good chapter Chris! But the Little Blondie part you put that Guy called Charlotte Little Blondie, and in the next sentence William was the one commenting :P Tell me if I am mistaken though.

Hehe, of course William is the sailor

[Tiberius Fireskull]

Its pretty good Chris. I like how you have a plot that moves along fairly quickly. Its good writing.

And yes, good incorporation of voodoo.

[AdmiralSavvy]

I am five years older than you and you shall treat me with respect or you shall suffer by the wrath of my arsenal of dolls!

I giggled. ._.

Excellent chapter, Chris! I think you're hitting the character's personalities really well. I agree with the voodoo, too. You made it 10x scarier than it's portrayed in the game (although for obvious reasons). Nonetheless, it was very effective on the chapter. Well done.

[Pirate Guy]

Wow Chris, the second and third chapter are very detailed and well thought out and amazing! I typically don't read stories but this one, I will surely be keeping up with!

[The Stealthy Pirate]

Good Storie mate!

[Chris Ironhawk]

Hey guys! Here is a new chapter for you all to go omnomnomnomnom on! Enjoy!

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Chapter 3-Colors

As Admiral Ironhawk's mini-fleet sailed towards Port Royal, Christopher gave Charlotte sailing lessons. As it turns out, she is a natural sailor. Ironhawk was amazed by how fast she picked up the skill of sailing. For the remainder if the trip, Chris acted as the deckhand. Although she was older than him, he had really taken her under his wing. Chris made a mental note that she was a definite possible captain.

The crew had no problem porting at the secret pirate dock in the back cove of the island. The Admiral walked on to the new War Sloop.

"William Goldwalker!" Ironhawk shouted. "Front and center!"

"Yes sir?"

"You have been my friend since before I can remember, Mr. Goldwalker." Ironhawk said. "Before today, you were my First Mate; you were my helmsman for the Executioner. Today, a new door has opened up for you. After we commandeered the Navy War Sloop, we would need a captain for it. Mr. Goldwalker, would you accept the position of ‘Captain?”

“I would gladly take said position!” William said happily.

“Fantastic!” exclaimed Admiral Ironhawk, placing a diamond into William’s hand. “Take this into town and sell it. Then, I would like to you pick out some nice sails for her. Oh, and, be thinking of a name for her, aye?”

Captain Goldwalker nodded and ran off of the ship, up the hill, and out of the secret cove. The other three retired to their cabins for some much needed and deserved rest. As Christopher sat in his cabin, wandering through his odds and ends in the cabinet directly opposite to his squeaky bed. He came accross a small notebook which he had not seen before. He opened it, and read:

Christopher,

If you are reading this, then you have become comfortable enough with your ship and its procedures that you have found time to relax. Congratualtions. Relaxing, especialy without rum, is very hard to do as a captain. I started off as a pirate almost the same way that you did, and I would like to share that with you:

My parents were executed by the Royal Navy about forty years back, when I was seven. It was horrible. I wanted to look away, but those devils made me watch. They were stabbed, and tortured, and bruised, branded and stripped; stripped of all confidence as people. Then, they were executed. They Navy didn’t even bother to bury them they were bunrt right there, on the spot. When I was about your age, I came accross an old, wise pirate, named Lyze of Keil. He took me under his wing. Me, a teenage boy, whose life was ruined by the redcoats. Hw showed me what it was meant to be free. I spent years like that, sailing under Admiral Keil. He eventually gave me my own ship, to do what I wanted with.

Christopher, I do not know your destiny. You do not know your destiny. But I know that I met you for a reason. In this cabinet, you will also find a compass. Handed down through generations, this compass will get you where you need to go.

There is a voodoo priestess who lives deep in the swamps of an island far, far away from here. I have spoken with her. She watches you. She knows that you have had great turmoil in your life. She sees great potential for the dark arts in you. Go see her. She is waiting for you.

~Captain Kim Vo

Christopher read and reread that last paragraph. How am I supposed to go see her if I don’t know where to find her?” He reached back into the cabinet to find the compass that was mentioned in the book. He pulled the small brown box and studied it closely. The intricute dedigns looked years ahead of its time. He opened it up and studied the needle closely. It wasn’t facing north! Chris looked back at book. This compass will get you where you need to go.

Just then, Ironhawk heard footsteps above deck. He slipped the compass and the leather book into his pocket and climbed the narrow flight of stairs to the deck. Goldwalker was waiting for him at the top of the stairs. “Hi Will. Did you find everything alright?”

“Boy, did I ever! I found a brand new set of sails! Also, I found a flag designer in town. I asked him what his price was, and he said that they are 5 gold pieces each!” William said excitedly. “This is a great opportunity to buy our colors.”

Christopher thought about this for a minute, then said, “What the heck! We need to start building a name for ourselves here! We’ll leave Guy here.” Chris exclaimed. “Have you thought about a name for your new ship yet?”

“Actually, I have. Back in Cuba, I always walked past this one wood shop in town. In the wall of that shop was a two-word phrase. ‘Black Cobra.’ That is what I am choosing to name the War Sloop in your fleet.”

“Then it shall be!” Christopher exclaimed. “Charlotte! Get ready! We are going into town!”

Charlotte emerged from her quarters, ready to rumble. “Let’s do this!”

At the flag shop, Christopher saw a hot pink canvas buried deep in the stack of flag making materials. Immediatly, he said, “I want that as the backing.”

“Ya like pink, ay?” said the shopkeeper. “I would be happy to help you design a flag.”

“Let’s cut the chitter chatter.” Christopher snapped. “I want it to be bright pink. I have a very colorful sense of style, and I want my masterwork cutlass, a voodoo staff, and a voodoo doll on it. I want ten of them. I will give you fifty gold for each one if they are ready by high noon tomorrow.”

With this, Christopher walked out of the store without a glance backwards. They all got back to the ship and turned in for the night. Christopher was not tired; however, he somehow managed to doze off.

”I love you Christopher. You are destined for great things, I know it." The images of the horrific events that happened only three days before came back. The dripping blood. The blood-curdling shrieks of the Navy’s victims. It all came back. Christopher’s mother screamed.

At this, Christopher woke up. He was drenched in a cold sweat. He grabbed the small book that was left for him by Captain Vo and a quill pen. In it, he wrote:

Day 3

Mother, it has been very rough without you. The images of the soldiers hurting you has pushed me closer and closer to my breaking point. Please, wherever you are, help me. What would YOU do in a time like this? I have great responsibilities now. I need your help.

As Christopher wrote that last word, a tear drop landed on the page. He was crying. Christopher couldn’t find the will power to stop it, so he allowed it to keep going. He lay back down in bed, gasping for breath. With tears running down his face, and his breathing at an uncontrollable level, he sobbed. He couldn’t help it. Within two minutes, he had cryed himself to sleep. The horrible memory flashed back into his mind.

I love you Christopher. You are destined for great things, I know it.

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Awwww... What a softy, Chris is. I think that the "I love you Christopher. You are destined for great things, I know it." is going to haunt me in my dreams. I can hear her in my head, saying that. It is actually quite freaky.

Please comment, critique, etc. See you guys next week! <3