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The Tale of an Idiot and Warning to all Mortals

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The Tale of An Idiot and A Warning to All Mortals
The accounts of the tale of Captain Stark and his unfortunate choices is told creatively through the study of his old records. Many captains logs from both his private study and that of the Captain of his prison ship along with a first-hand account were regarded before expressing his story to those who wish to hear of this legend. Take his story as a lesson and a warning to those who wish to cross paths with death early in life and be like Captain Henry Jones Stark.


Chapter 1
In the Captain’s Cabin of the ship named Pulcherrima Morte three men and a mythical creature resided. Two of the men were of a towering height and although they had different hair colors they were indeed twins. These two were the muscle, just bodyguards to make sure nothing went awry. They were placed at opposite sides of the small cabin, one by the door and the other in the corner behind the third man. This man sat on a chair in front a decently sized wooden desk pushed up against the port wall. He was of average height with a slight beard, about as much as he could grow for his young age. His captain’s hat sat on top of short dark brown curls. The air of arrogance and pride surrounding him made the woman in the room disgusted.
Across from this captain was a tub made of wood and tar and filled with seawater...and a mermaid. The mermaid herself had on a white shirt along with a black vest on top, the men of the ship insisted she cover up if she were to be presentable to any mortals. Her tail was a Caribbean kind of color, a blue green that is known to the colonies near the Americas as the ideal sea color for fishing. Her auburn hair spilled over her back and the side of the tub as she stared at the wall in front of her avoiding the gaze of the young captain. Her hands fiddled with a black captain's hat as she waited not so patiently for him to speak
“I will make a deal with you if you so choose to negotiate with me,” The captain finally spoke glaring her down, his intimidation act did nothing but make the mermaid feel tired of talking with him even though the conversation just began.
“Why don’t you offer me something? Make some demands Captain Stark.” The mermaid spared no glance his way choosing to place the hat on her head instead. Stark straightened up in his chair and prepared himself to speak just as the cabin door was thrown open.
“Captain! There’s a royal guard ship heading our way! And the other ship is getting restless,” A young sailor said who now stood in the doorway.
In an instant the mermaid sat straight up in her tub pointing at the Captain “Hold him down boys! Push off from his boat and get as many knots between us and that ship as possible Jack!” The mermaid commanded, the young boy nodded and left letting the door swing shut. The glare of the mermaid now turned to the captain who was being held down in his seat by the two guards.
“Stark you look rather pale. Did this not go according to plan?” She leaned over the side of her tub water dripping to the floor. The other captain said nothing and cast his look downwards almost as if he was ashamed at the turn of events.
“Lock him to the chair,” the mermaid ordered as she shifted in the tub, “I see him as no threat to me. Leave us, but stay outside the door.”  She waved her hand toward the door tiredly. The large men shoved the chair forward to get behind the traitor tying his hands and his chest to the chair. The two large men looked at their captain once more before exiting her cabin.
The mermaid sighed and gripped the sides of her tub leaning over glaring daggers at the captain. “You are in no situation to make demands or a deal now. You.” She paused looking him up and down with murder in her eyes, “You’re my prisoner now. How does that feel?” The smirk she wore could be heard in her words and Captain Stark did not have to nor did he look up to know it was there.
As the Author, I must warn you, a mythical creature making demands towards any mortal is a dangerous situation. If you are in the unfortunate situation that Captain Stark is currently finding himself in do all that the ethereal being asks. Survive at all costs. Do not provoke the being. Please for the love of the Gods do not provoke.

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