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Drake's Mutiny

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The Sun sets on a long day as Drake Leydon, a pirates captain, takes a rest on the hammock behind his home in Barbek. As he sleeps his mind is invaded with images of old.

 

Rain pounds the the sails of the large ship. Men of all sizes and colors run around the ship's deck trying to keep the vessel under control. A man in blue sails the ship and shouts out orders. "Get a hold of the top sails lads! We be veering to the right." The Man in blue, the ships captain, calls for his quartermaster.

 

A large adunian approaches him. His voice is calm but deep. "Aye sir?" He shouts over the wind and thunder. It is as if the whole ship went silent upon his shouting. The man in blue noticed it but payed no attention. "Get me my weapons. We be coming into port soon." The man in blue shouts to his quartermaster. The quartermaster nods and walks off without haste. The man in blue spins the wheel to the left  and then shouts "I bloody fecking told you to take control of the top sails lads!"

 

The ship comes into a unknown port later that night. It has minor damages from the storm but it will still sail. The man in blue places his weapons at his belt and walks to the dock "I be back in a bit lads. We shove off as soon as our sails be repaired."

 

The man in blue walks to a tavern nearby. The music from a live group beckoned him to the location. He stepped into the bar and began to drink. He only remembers seeing his quartermaster with a few of the port guard before he blacked out.

 

The man in blue woke up the next morning in a cage. He began to shake the cage not knowing where he was and then the sunrise bringing light into his situation. He is in a cage hanging up the docks he walked onto the morning before. And down the dock he can see his crew and his trusted quartermaster laughing as they sail away with his ship. 

 

"NO! That be my fecking ship!" Drake yells reaching out for his ship like he did from his cage all those years ago. He looks around and sees he is no longer in the past. With a sigh he knocks back the last gulp of some rum and tries to sleep again.

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Eric Geminine rests in his bed, tired from running around Anthos accusing people of heresy and scamming them with 'personalized bows'. He drifts off and begins to dream. In his dream, Eric is running through the Wilds. What is he running from? Nothing is around and he can't remember a thing. Suddenly, he runs off a cliff and falls to the rocks below. He wakes with a start, seeing a scary face looming above him. It is just an odd formation in the wood grain of his ceiling.

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