Captain Spire
Captains Log: October 13, 1643
As I sit and write this entry, I feel a sensation that I have not felt in a very long time. After 2 sombre years out at sea we have finally earned our ticket home, and believe me, the cost was deer. But now is not the time to dwell on such grave events, today is a happy day! I'm shaking with anticipation even as I write!
My dear Emily, how I long to once again hold you in my arms, to run my fingers through your soft silky hair and lose myself in your warm embrace. And young jack! How I miss our beloved son and his mischievous ways! Even now, as I sit alone in my cabin, I can hear the patter of his tiny feet in the distant reaches of my mind. It has been too long indeed my love, but finally, I'm coming home.
Yet as I sit and ponder the sweetness of our reunion, a fear creeps over my beating heart. For I left you man amongst men, a brave captain and his merry crew carrying the authority of seal of Britain off to patrol the seven seas and bring justice and light to the four corners of the world. But the sea is a cruel companion indeed. I fear that I am no longer the same man I was, but just a hollow shell in which echoes the sounds of the horrors we have seen.
Never will I have the strength to share with you the things I saw, that knowledge is a curse I wouldn't wish upon even my greatest enemies. Just know that your husband was brave, and that justice prevailed. But above all this, my greatest fear remains, that I have made far too many enemies than one man can endure, I fear this world will never be safe for us again.
Captains Log: October 22 1643
We are but less than a day away now my love. A few hours ago the men spotted land in the distance and we knew we were almost home. Words cannot describe the atmosphere on this ship, oh how I wish you were here with me now to see it! 'tis a glorious day to be sure.
As I look out behind me to the sea one last time, the golden rays of the sun caressing the oceans skin. How peaceful and calm she now looks. For all her deceit and fury, she is beautiful and I will truly miss her.
Captains Log: October 29 1643
It seems my fears were not unfounded after all. Pirates are not the type to forgive and forget, and they are not the type to spare an enemies family. They are coming for me, and they come as swift as the wind. I know I do not have much time left, all there is left for me to do is ensure the safety of my wife and child, it is me they want, I have been a thorn in their side for as long as they can remember, my body is worth its weight in gold to them. Maybe, just maybe, if I can get Emily and Jack far enough away in time, they'll settle for just my bloo..."
*the door crashes open as a heavy iron like foot smashes through it, sending splinters of shattered wood across the room. Spire's heart fills with heavy dread, he was too late - they were here.
He looks to the door and sees the monstrous body of a man he knows all too well, the notorious Captain Vane. As he stood in his enormous weathered boots, the very air around him seemed to calm. His blackened and leathery hands disguised a frightful strength and his devilish eyes glowed with a wild fury.
"Well if it isn't my old friend, Captain Spire. . ."
";Vane! You scoundrel! I'll. . ."
"Please, spare me the earful; we have important business to discuss you and I. You caused me more trouble than you will ever know these past few years, oh yes; you've been a very busy man. But what really gets my funny bones tingling is the irony of the situation.
It's a pirate's life we chose, you and I. The only difference was I had no illusions about the path I had laid out in front of me. You knew that doing what you did would have consequences. You knew you were sending your men to their graves when they signed up to your mission and you knew full well your family would not live to see the seeds of your actions bear fruit.
Don't you look at me like that, look yourself in the eyes in this mirror and tell yourself that you didn't know. . .
Can't do it can you!? You knew! You just chose to ignore it. The rewards were too great were they not? So you chose this life, forsaking all in your path for the riches at the end. And you call me the pirate? Ha!
But this, this is where our similarities end. I have no delusions about who I am, and I will show no remorse about what needs to be done. An example must be made; the world must know what becomes of those who try to come after us. It breaks my heart to say it, but you caused me a lot of trouble, and your death alone is not enough to satiate the anticipation of your people."
With that, Vane meaningfully turned to the door and nodded to a nearby pirate. A slow, piercing grin crept upon his face as Spire slowly jumped to life. In the distance he could hear the muffled screams of his wife and child moving closer to him. An uncontrollable rage burned inside Spire and the grief was unbearable, but old Captain Spire had not a chance against Vane and his men. He was quickly subdued, and when he came to, his hands were tied and the taste of blood was still fresh in his mouth.
Vane slowly yet confidently steps towards Spire and crouched down beside him. His stony eyes and sombre face looked straight at Spire, piercing through him. He whispers, in a deep, rumbling voice
"I would tell you that I take no pleasure in what I am about to do. But then, I would be lying.
We have been out at sea a long time my friend, and my men yearn for the feel of a good woman. But rest safe in the knowledge that once they are through, your wife will be joining you in the hereafter."
Spire's entire body was on fire and he felt he could explode at any second however his body had failed him and all he could do was wither in pain and mumble incomprehensibly.
Vane laughed a deep hearty laugh, and then turned to his men
"Make sure he stays conscious enough to be able to see and hear her every scream, and then when his aching heart cannot bear any more, put it out of its misery. . .wait!. . ."
Vane once again slowly turned to his captive, a strange look of satisfaction now in his eyes, as if unsatisfied before, he had at last found the final nail in Spire's coffin.
". . .One more thing, Captain, your boy Jack. What an unfortunate child he his, to have had to sit here by my side and see all that he has seen. Such ordeals are enough to destroy most, but the son of Captain Spire is made of sterner stuff.
You know, there is one group of people out there in the world that can relate to Jack's pain. One group of people who almost all had troubled childhoods, who are haunted by pains unspeakable and violent and vicious memories. . .Pirates! Ah yes, Jack has the making of a fine pirate indeed and I shall see it as my personal duty to ensure my boy Jack reaches his full potential!
And with that, I fare thee well Captain Spire. I hope the next world is kinder to you than this one was. . ."
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What happens next, this poor writer doesn't have the heart to commit to paper. Just know that Captain Vane was true to his every last word
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