High Seas, Tremendous Terms and Exciting Adventures Chapter One
Chapter One: Sinking of the Calibra Ship
The storm was closing in with a howling wind and sense of continious dread, uneasy tension and unjustified ignorance as the Captain of one imposingly large ship, one that would be greeted with a sense of danger and awe at the same time when met whoever was faced in it's wave of sea, was surrounded by his own teammates without a weapon or anything to defend one's self against such peculiar behaviour of his sailors. "For what have I done to anger everyone." He asked this, attempting to speak clearly but the words proceeded to be in a muttering formation, since he was not as much shock as it was devastating confusion as to why they had grudge against their Captain, the Great Captain Kowster. The storm made a thorough echo throughout the endless strings of sea with no land in sight, the thunder made a tremendous thudding sound breaking a few parts of wood planks on the ship that were inadequately built and the rest of the team charges for Captain Kowster. Captain Kowster felt dizzy in anxiety, the everlasting confusion of the very reality that they were against him but would not say why and he, in one swift motion, ran across the ship, his eyes focusing on the plank and as he jumped onto this very plank, attempting to escape the injustice, the growing hatred and the unconventional despair that was growing in a heated debate over who should live or who shall die. Captain Kowster, in very quick thinking, that he would jump into the sea, since there was no wanted escapism from this utter madness but as he jumped he saw, out of an upsetting anxiety, out of the very miniscule corner of his right eye, a shade of light brown with a means of goods inside it known as a treasure chest but this wasn't just any boring old treasure chest, this was the one he had been looking for ever since his father was killed in The Battle of Mongaris a decade earlier. His life long dream though was about to come to an end as, sweat dripping down his forehead all the way down to his messy trousers and saw toes and feet, felt a sharp atmosphere pointing on his back and a pain relieved from his body with the color of disturbing red and then a drop into the sea where his last visions of that night, The Night of the Devestation and Loss of Morality, and as the various bubbles circulated the watery atmosphere, his last vision was of the chest in full view and the despicably ungrateful pirates greedily feasting at it, some of them eating as a laugh, only for their laugh to be altered by choking it all up. Captain Kowster had not been in his father's gratitude. He had not been in his father's love. His thoughts were repetitive, spinning around him, asking him questions he didn't have answers to. He felt nothing but a severely continious sense of dread and helplesness and sadness as he made his way down to the bottom of the pirates sea, no one to find him as the other pirates sailed back to land care free while he sat at the bottom of the deep, dark depths of the ocean unaware of present day, eyes closed and not a breath in sight.
The storm was closing in with a howling wind and sense of continious dread, uneasy tension and unjustified ignorance as the Captain of one imposingly large ship, one that would be greeted with a sense of danger and awe at the same time when met whoever was faced in it's wave of sea, was surrounded by his own teammates without a weapon or anything to defend one's self against such peculiar behaviour of his sailors. "For what have I done to anger everyone." He asked this, attempting to speak clearly but the words proceeded to be in a muttering formation, since he was not as much shock as it was devastating confusion as to why they had grudge against their Captain, the Great Captain Kowster. The storm made a thorough echo throughout the endless strings of sea with no land in sight, the thunder made a tremendous thudding sound breaking a few parts of wood planks on the ship that were inadequately built and the rest of the team charges for Captain Kowster. Captain Kowster felt dizzy in anxiety, the everlasting confusion of the very reality that they were against him but would not say why and he, in one swift motion, ran across the ship, his eyes focusing on the plank and as he jumped onto this very plank, attempting to escape the injustice, the growing hatred and the unconventional despair that was growing in a heated debate over who should live or who shall die. Captain Kowster, in very quick thinking, that he would jump into the sea, since there was no wanted escapism from this utter madness but as he jumped he saw, out of an upsetting anxiety, out of the very miniscule corner of his right eye, a shade of light brown with a means of goods inside it known as a treasure chest but this wasn't just any boring old treasure chest, this was the one he had been looking for ever since his father was killed in The Battle of Mongaris a decade earlier. His life long dream though was about to come to an end as, sweat dripping down his forehead all the way down to his messy trousers and saw toes and feet, felt a sharp atmosphere pointing on his back and a pain relieved from his body with the color of disturbing red and then a drop into the sea where his last visions of that night, The Night of the Devestation and Loss of Morality, and as the various bubbles circulated the watery atmosphere, his last vision was of the chest in full view and the despicably ungrateful pirates greedily feasting at it, some of them eating as a laugh, only for their laugh to be altered by choking it all up. Captain Kowster had not been in his father's gratitude. He had not been in his father's love. His thoughts were repetitive, spinning around him, asking him questions he didn't have answers to. He felt nothing but a severely continious sense of dread and helplesness and sadness as he made his way down to the bottom of the pirates sea, no one to find him as the other pirates sailed back to land care free while he sat at the bottom of the deep, dark depths of the ocean unaware of present day, eyes closed and not a breath in sight.