The Death Of A Captain

[Volutional 935]

The Death of a Captain

 

So his time came, Captain Rogash the Red, of the Damned Queen. His time came slowly, and crept upon him like a snake in the desert. Like a crab on the beach; Slowly, and in plain sight. Old age is something that generally doesn't meet an Orc, they usually die in the process of battle. Rogash was just that good you see, he had a tendency to .... 'escape' a lot.

 

He sat in his chair, upon his wandering ship, his crew vibrantly coloured in clothing, but just as old as he. And it was there he died, quietly in his cabin. This ship was not one that was full of hatred and mutiny. They cared for each other, and each other cared for him. During his dying days. He wasn't officially the Captain, either. But they let him keep the title, and the hat, for he has worn it as a symbol of his pride and prowess in battle as a Pirate of the West, East, North and South seas of Asulon, Elysium and Kalos alike. 

 

In fact, his ship made it out of the storms of Elysium by absolute chance, as he followed a passing Lysistratan ship, which he swore was being followed by a real dragon, and not the one that emblems his bowsprit on his drake-shaped ship, that actually breathed fire.

 

His ship is now lost from memory, mind and concern. His crew likely camped in Booty Bay until their riches run as low as their grip to reality did. But nevertheless. He was now free from all his chains, bonds and ties to reality, life and the chores of earning that little bit of swag. But he was truly the first, and now likely the last, and best pirate that ever lived.

 

'Rest in pieces, peace and all that'

 

Said his coffin, pushed out to sea.

 

 

Maybe his journey is over, but it may also just be beginning. 

 

Heave ho, light the cannons,

Watch their corpses fly,

Bread, forks and knives we fire,

Ever ere they die.

 

Captain and Pirate, serenade in motion

Cutlass in hand, pirate and ocean...