Melvyn & zika

Tales of The Blackbird. Content Warning.

"HOOOLLLDD THE RODDERRR!” I screamed, being the captain of the sparrow, the fastest ship on the entire eastern sea, I had to be stern with my crew lest they step outta line, especially now of all times with the roaring storm calling our souls to ol’ Davy Jones. Fear ripped through the hearts of my entire crew as they hear a cracking sound coming from the main mastas it shattered and fell tearing down one of the sails and obliterating half my cabin. This one event brought misfortune, nearly turning the ship on its back and exposing the barnacles that lay under it. Alas, it was my job to save them all. I ordered the anchor to be dropped as I ran past the mizzen and headed to the lower deck. I had always kept the cannons loaded incase of an ambush and now that one insignificant rule was about to be put to good use. “Fire!” I shouted nearly tearing my own eardrums. But why? Some may ask. It was to push the ship backward and slow it down, and it worked. We took down the sails and some of my men decided to camp in the lower deck for the night leaving the ship at the mercy of the storm. I on the other hand stood at the nose of my ship. As fearless and as brave as ever, and that’s when I felt it, a sharp pain in my lower back. It was a blade. Lodged into my spine by one of my own. I started to feel dizzy so I could not place the face of my killer. Losing the feeling in my legs. I saw myself falling like a maple tree struck down by a bearded Scottish man. I was now off the ship and about to dive headfirst into the same ocean I found solace in for so long, but just before striking the sea…