1721. Near Tortuga.
Captain Samuel Cornelius realised just how much he hated storms as he used the handrail to help him ascend the few wooden steps from the corridor that linked his quarters to the deck. His sloop, the Vengeful Bounty didn't like storms either, and it tossed the sailors around as if to make that clear.
Planting his feet atop the wooden surface of the ship, Samuel watched his crew busily guide the vessel between the heaving waves of an angry ocean. If the sea bothered to look back, it would have noticed two things that made this pirate captain different from his peers.
Firstly, in his mid-to-late twenties, the man was young to have his first command, which meant the brashness of youth and the excitement of adventure had not yet fully escaped him.
And secondly, he cared about his appearance. Instead of trying to impress or intimidate with scars, tattoos, and threats, Samuel was relatively clean cut. 6ft 2in tall with a medium build, dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a smile that could be warm when he wanted it to be, Captain Cornelius considered himself the gentleman pirate - hard but fair to those under his command, and generous with his prisoners.
Putting on his tricorne, Samuel turned to climb the steps to the quarterdeck when he heard the cry from above.
"Ship ahoy! It's a shipwreck, sir!"
Samuel looked up towards the crow's nest as he reached the top of the steps. How the lookout could see anything in this weather was beyond him, but perhaps this storm wasn't such a bad thing after all.
"Look for survivors first," the captain spoke calmly to his first mate who then relayed his instructions to the relevant crew members. "We might find someone worthy of a brief stay on the Vengeful Bounty. After the storm passes, we can look for goods to sell in port."
The ship swung to the right and towards the wreckage and rowboats that only now were coming into the captain's view.
Captain Samuel Cornelius realised just how much he hated storms as he used the handrail to help him ascend the few wooden steps from the corridor that linked his quarters to the deck. His sloop, the Vengeful Bounty didn't like storms either, and it tossed the sailors around as if to make that clear.
Planting his feet atop the wooden surface of the ship, Samuel watched his crew busily guide the vessel between the heaving waves of an angry ocean. If the sea bothered to look back, it would have noticed two things that made this pirate captain different from his peers.
Firstly, in his mid-to-late twenties, the man was young to have his first command, which meant the brashness of youth and the excitement of adventure had not yet fully escaped him.
And secondly, he cared about his appearance. Instead of trying to impress or intimidate with scars, tattoos, and threats, Samuel was relatively clean cut. 6ft 2in tall with a medium build, dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a smile that could be warm when he wanted it to be, Captain Cornelius considered himself the gentleman pirate - hard but fair to those under his command, and generous with his prisoners.
Putting on his tricorne, Samuel turned to climb the steps to the quarterdeck when he heard the cry from above.
"Ship ahoy! It's a shipwreck, sir!"
Samuel looked up towards the crow's nest as he reached the top of the steps. How the lookout could see anything in this weather was beyond him, but perhaps this storm wasn't such a bad thing after all.
"Look for survivors first," the captain spoke calmly to his first mate who then relayed his instructions to the relevant crew members. "We might find someone worthy of a brief stay on the Vengeful Bounty. After the storm passes, we can look for goods to sell in port."
The ship swung to the right and towards the wreckage and rowboats that only now were coming into the captain's view.