Warrior Nation Presents:
How we almost got away.
(An Introductory tale based on a story told to me by a member of the guild. This piece is meant for entertainment purposes. The events are not all factual and should not be seen as such.
as written by WNxAlacardia
The day started off well enough. We had a galleon full of packs and the sun at our back. Aye the pirates life was for me and my crew. Cruising the waters for ships on the horizon. It had been a rather successful day all in all. Treasure was in reach, and my eyes were set ahead on that pile of gold. Aye, just another successful day. So lost in fantasy was I with our haul that I barely noticed the rocks ahead. With my hardy crews eyes set on our wonderful haul. It was safe to say they didn't either. We all heard the crunch, and we felt the ship heave though.
The day started off well enough, the evening fared a whole lot worse. But my hearty crew takes more then a scuttling to bring them down. The Sea bugs were another story. But I survived, as did three of my loyal crew. Koger, Verum and Fizzle were the only others to come out of the water. As I turned by back to the sea and gazed at the shore I heard the clicking of more seabugs and the sickening crunch of another of my crew getting eaten. The terrified screams and frantic running of Koger and Verum told me we would never be seeing fizzle again.
We never saw Fizzle again, like I said prior. But we had high hopes ahead and our eyes once again turned to loot. But we had a few problems to contend with first. Firstly my harty crew had been drinking themselves into a depression. And how can I blame them? But money was tight and with a sweep of my hand I cleared the table and brushed aside all mannor of distraction.
"Lads! Get off your land lubbing arses and find me another boat!" I yelled in the harshest tones I could muster.
I was met with much cursing and Koger's drink nearly smashing me in the head. True diplomacy was a foot as I smashed the table against his belly with a push of my own. The voice of reason verum offered I go to hell. He would just get a glare, in the end my pirate crew would see things clearly. Koger through swollen bloody eyes. But he wanted his glass back anyways.
It didn't take us long to find some sorry saps to take us in. We met in a bar like the one we had just got done wrecking. Nill, Gorilla, Minku, each had sucker written right on their forhead. We joined there 'guild' after a round of drinks. Warrior Nation I think their name was. Yeah, that was the name. A whole hell of a lot of grog was passed around that day. It didn't take us long to find more help. It took a whole hell of a lot longer to gather the materials. Things were all going to plan though. The boat would fall under my command, and it was in private agreement that the last of my harty crew and I were going to stiff these sorry souls and leave them on dry land.
The days rolled into weeks. We took packs from one big town to the next big town. From a dry shit hole to a Wet shit hole. It was clear to say I didn't care for any of it. Only the boat was on my mind. But of course boats are very expansive. Galleons in general cost and arm and a lag. My supply of both had begun to dwindle since my good ol' pirating days. We managed to barter what we had for materials to build some clippers.
The sorry thing had nowhere to leave our packs though, and at times. We had fifteen cramped bodies each trying not to fall into the cold inky water. After having someone save you from falling over several times; You tend to grow a sense of Comradely. Indeed I ever found myself growing fond of our 'mules.' I begun to enjoy bitching at some of them. It was like they were part of my crew. Then Gorilladog spoke up and instantly I was reminded of the ultimate goal. It's amazing how hate keeps a man focused. We spend days running packs back and forth on our little boats. With me at the helm there was nothing that could stop our growing force.
Except for me of course, on that faithful day. We were done, the numbers just came in. We had everything we needed. Everyone had gathered, well most had gathered. Several of them turned out to be right good shipbuilders. As the hull was fixed, and the masts raised. I started my plan. While everyone was building. Jake, Verum, and I Made our way to the boat. Gorilla and Minku were busy with setting up the last Sail. My boys were busy fitting all the lines in place. Nill had gone back to land for a rest. Time past and Gorilla and Minku went to join them. A bottle was passed as they looked onwards to the beast they had all helped make.
We waved to the boys on land, giving them a thumbs up before kicking the level that released the ship into the water. Everyone cheered as we boarded. Everyone cheered as we turned the boat to the horizon and started to sail away. That stopped after a moment, koger leaning out the back to flip them a fond fairwell. Which was responded with cursing and a few missile weapons being fired at us. But we were long gone by then. Heading into the setting son. The specs on land grew smaller and smaller While the barren sea ahead started to take shape. Specs turned into ships, turned into angry pirates.
It seems some of my old crew had survived afterall. Shows you should never give up a search party five minutes after an accident. It develops some right angry fellows. I waved to some of my old gang. They in turn fired a few missiles at us. Verum knew the behavior well and the chant of "Skin all of them" was a big indicator he should take the helm and steer us back. Which because of the winds took us longer then it did in leaving the shore. Giving me plenty of time of come up with a plan.
On our return we spotted our 'comrades' preparing several harpoon clippers for a retrieval mission. Such a hurry they were in we got into yelling range before anyone tried to kill us.
"She runs like a beauty!" I yelled out to the shore line. As if It was the plan all along.
"The fuck Roland you had us worried.." Yelled back one of my 'trusted' mates.
"Like I would ever leave a crewmen behind." I responded with a scoff. Koger coughed into his fist and I shot him a glance. He wandered off and idly whistled as he lowered the sails. Allowing us to rest gentle on the shoreline.
And so It was that everyone got on board and a celebration was had. We had plenty to celebrate. We had our lives and a big boat. Our crew had more then trippled. Even if this ship went the way of it's predecessor we could count of them to help us fix it. Several cried out the name Warrior Nation. To the cheers of the rest. Shit, I'm a trusted member of a guild now.
Now here we are months later. A rag tag crew took shape into something akin to a sea monster. Battle would be had over land as well though. With my bloodthirsty crew at my side for nearly every charge. The scent of burning gunpowder was our breakfast. The screams of the dying our preffered genre of music. Minku even went through a short phase of drinking that which he killed. We thought it weird and he quit shortly after that.
But one again we had our eyes set on treasure, and our blades aims for throats. Aye, I wasn't a pirate anymore; I was a Privateer. A member of Warrior Nation and quickly on my way to being a Cornerstone of the Community. Aye it might not have been the Pirate's life. But it was still for me.
They held me at knife point and forced me to do their release story! So everyone give it up for the newest section to be released from development.
and their first officer team.