It was a cold fogy morning when Captain Christion Gering woke up to the howling wind outside his cabin window. Yawning he gets up and pulls on his boots. Suddenly out of nowhere there was a massive BOOM. The cabin floor shook, then the door swung open fiercely.
“Captain, sorry to disturb you but we need you on deck NOW!” the cabin boy almost yelled before dashing back outside. Christen finished getting dressed before he hurried to the helm.
“Mathews, what in god’s name is going on?” He asked his quartermaster who looked like he was about to wet himself.
“Its here Captain, our worst night mare is here” he replied, his voice shaky.
“Talk some sense boy what is it” Mathews turned to look at his captain, fear shone fiercely in his eyes.
“It’s the Phantasm Horror sir, they shot a warning shot sir.” Christion turned to look behind them, pulling out his spyglass for a better look. And there it was a pitch black frigate looming in the fog. Christion turned back to his crew slowly and took his captains hat off.
“We are faster, we should be able to outrun her” he said, uncertainty clouding his voice. The crew looked up at him in despair.
“We shall not give up without a fight” Christion said.
“But we have no guns, no weapons Captain, what are we to do?” one of the crewmen asked.
“We run, like the wind. Hoist all sails and make use of that wind. Sail us north east.” The captain yelled and his men got to work. Christion turned around again, he could now clearly see the ship, and could see that she was gaining. He knew they would not be able to get their full speed before she was on them. Mathews turned to Christion his.
“Captain, we are not going to make it are we?” he asked. Christion didn’t answer him, keeping his eyes on the other ship, which was quickly closing the gap.
Soon the pirate ship was in gun range and she fired a round of guns. Several men died from splinted wood. Others died due to the main mast falling and crippling the ship. Soon the Phantasm Horror was beside them, the grappling hooks and gain way out. The fog swelled thickly over the deck, Christion could hardly see anything. He could hear the pirates boarding his ship, his supplies would soon be taken aboard the other ship, and millions of gold would be lost this day. He heard a thump as someone jumped off the gain way, then the distinct sound of leather heeled boots making their way to the helm. Christion looked up and seen a tall figure emerge out of the fog, it gave him an eary, evil feeling to be in its presents. The figure’s hat was slanted slightly hiding half of its face, he could see the sword and pistol at its hip.
“Who be thy Captain of this merchant ship” the voice was distinctly female which confused Christion.
“I am” he replied stepping in front of his men.
“I be Captain Merciless, and ye will get ye men to load all ye cargo onto me ship.” Christion turned to Mathews and nodded. Mathews then signaled the men to do as they were told.
“We are cooperating Captain, is it too much to ask for our lives?” He asked wearily.
Captain Merciless laughed an evil sounding laugh.
“And what let ye blabber around that Captain Merciless be a woman, I think not. NOW DO AS I ASK” She yelled at his face. Christion looked down at his boots thinking of his family back home, his wife and two children who he will never see again.
Once all the goods had been transferred, the order was given to return to their ship. Once there they went on their way. Christion sighed thankfully until he seen the Phantom Horror turn around, and all the gun hatches opening. Tears came to his eyes as he moved his hand from shoulder to shoulder then from head to stomach in a prayer, then the guns went off, then the ship just fell apart.
“Captain, we got a good plunder there, Tabaco, fine cloth, gems, lots of gems and so much more” Zavia said as read it off a peace of parchment while watching the merchant ship surrender to the sea.
“That we did. We sail home, and make haste.” Mackenzie yelled and watched her handiwork.
Once the sun was high in the sky Mackenzie seen a shimmer of black, a bird flying towards the ship. She held out her hand for it to land on. She then pulled the little canister from its leg, pulling a small piece of paper with coordinates. Mackenzie smiled knowing the town they were to sail to.
“Change of course. We sail to Port Farathorn!”