The Wraith.
It's name put fear into the honest merchant and made the ships of the English & French tremble when they heard it.
It was after all, the flag ship of a Pirate force unequaled in cannon or ruthlessness, and on it's deck stood the man who commanded it, Jacques DeVry.
The last trip out had been a bountiful one, three heavily laden merchant ships guarded by the same number of English war ships, the remaining battle ships turning tail as the first sank minutes into the battle, leaving the trade vessels to be plundered and scuttled.
They had found a neutral port, an inlet on a tiny island once ruled by the French, and now considered a free isle and open to all that had the gold or the goods to trade.
And now Jacques had given the bloody crew their well deserved leave, staying behind to divide the gold and chart the next expedition into the high seas.
Little did he know when the Wraith would leave port the next day they would have one extra hand.
It's name put fear into the honest merchant and made the ships of the English & French tremble when they heard it.
It was after all, the flag ship of a Pirate force unequaled in cannon or ruthlessness, and on it's deck stood the man who commanded it, Jacques DeVry.
The last trip out had been a bountiful one, three heavily laden merchant ships guarded by the same number of English war ships, the remaining battle ships turning tail as the first sank minutes into the battle, leaving the trade vessels to be plundered and scuttled.
They had found a neutral port, an inlet on a tiny island once ruled by the French, and now considered a free isle and open to all that had the gold or the goods to trade.
And now Jacques had given the bloody crew their well deserved leave, staying behind to divide the gold and chart the next expedition into the high seas.
Little did he know when the Wraith would leave port the next day they would have one extra hand.
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