The Sea Dogs Story.
They used to say I was born at sea. Some said it was during calm, some a storm. Sailors are like that, pirates even more. My father, Captain Phillip Vincent Martel would roll his eyes and bark orders. I knew every inch of that beautiful ship. The Sea's Revenge.
Sometimes I fear I will never avenge them. My brothers, my family. My father. Hung by kings-men. So noble. With their laws that never apply to them.
About a year ago I heard his name. King _______. I had worked with smugglers and thieves of the highest quality before that.I drifted from place to place. Port to port. I had few to vouch for me, after all dead men tell no tales but I had my name and most often it was enough for small jobs.
Once that puked-stained sop's name caught my attention I knew I couldn't rest until I found him and ripped out his guts.
I started investigating as best as I could between jobs.
I got my first break about six months ago. His kingdom and the such like. I was working security for a large brothel in the large port town of _______.
You ever want information, speak to a whore. They know more secrets than almost anyone. The House of Flowers was a good gig and I was loathed to leave but revenge is something they understood and know well.
I know I am bias but is a shit stain of a kingdom. Poor weather. High taxes on all goods like pipe-weed and alcohol. Even flour was twice the price of the nearest kingdom. The king was having a series of lavish balls to impress visiting nobility. I spit on the word.
His people could barely eat. I fell in with a small band of smugglers. The Oystermen. My blade and such I soon found rabble rousing easy. After all, a hungry man is an angry man.
Of course this makes you enemies as well as friends.
I knew something was off when I was asked to protect a land-based run. Still I did the job. Coin is coin.
The run was quiet. Not that horse and carts are my thing. Never seem to get the stink off. All day the horses refused to settle. Making that high unpleasant horse they make sometimes. By night fall we had made a small camp and I was by the fire sleeping before my watch.
The sound of a blade woke me. We were over run. I kicked one of them into the fire and lashed out with my blade. I felt a sharp pain and woke in a cave in chains.
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