Pirate Outcast

Pirate Outcast

Chapter 1

Sea Gully

Flames darted across the campfire in the midnight breeze. Ramsey looked up to the twinkling stars and moon peaking beneath the hazy clouds. He turned his head to the crackling sound of the embers burning took a big whiff, “Ah, nothing like the smell of a toasted logs on a cool night.” Glancing to his left was his dear friend Billy, his dirty blonde hair dangling in front of his eyes suddenly flew with the wind gust. While, Ramsey only had brown locks, he envied the natural highlights his best friend had. Billy's blue eyes caught attention and stared deeply into Ramsey almost golden eyes. Secretly, Billy coveted that unique gold hue, even though his own eyes were unique. Billy was white with freckles on his cheekbones, while Ramsey had a mysterious almost Polynesian skin tone.

“This night could not get any better!” Exclaimed Billy.

“I am getting a little bored, maybe we should call it a night.” Amber almost whispered as her green eyes sleepily closed. Ramsey couldn’t help but notice how gorgeous she looked under the moonlight skies. The night rays gleamed onto her reddish-orange hair almost like the flames just feet from her. He gazed deeply and noticed the freckles on her nose that made her so dang cute. I wander if she will ever notice how much I truly adore her. He mused to himself.

“I don’t want to sleep. Sleeping in for cowards!” John’s brown eyebrows exclaimed in a surge of power. Just as he said his declaration, Amber scowled at him. “Are you serious! Did you just call me a coward!” She got up off her chair and looked John straight into his almost black eyes. Amber grabbed his silky black hair in a tuft and winded her first backwards as John yelped, “I’m sorry your highness, what shall I ever do.” Knowing they were just playing around like they always do Ramsey just watched on the side in amusement. He really couldn’t help but adore her fiery spirit.

John’s Asian eyes squinted, skin as pale as the moon, glared at Amber when she spoke, “Bow before me you sheave of wheat! And beg to not be thrown into the ocean to be eaten by sharks!” Amber had to laugh at that one, which caused John to giggle and the rest of the group to howl like wolves. John teased his best girlfriend in a nonromantic way, “Okay madam you truly are a courageous warrior!” Proceeding with a pretend bow.

Sitting down in pure glee and now filled with energy Amber chimes, “What shall we do now? Since I am wide awake!” Running her fingers through her hair to fix it from wind messing it up. She glanced deeply at Ramsey who was the leader of what she calls, “The Pack". In response to her gawking at him, “Have I told you guys the story of who I came from?” Ramsey asked his friends.

Billy crossed his legs and declared, “What do you mean come from?”

Billy looked puzzled so Ramsey began to speak, “Like who my ancestors were and how I’m related to many lineages of captains"

John was now sitting up intrigued, “No way! You definitely never told us this before! This isn’t some fake campfire story, is it?”

In defense Amber commented, “Since when have you ever heard Ramsey lie, one of the codes he lives by to be pure of heart -- so he says – is to not be wanton, nor a liar.” She paused sniffing the tropical flowers blowing in the air. Turned to Ramsey, “Let’s hear it!”

“I second that,” Billy prodded in anticipation.

“Okay I’ll take you back to the Year 1554, when Rogan Winters, my great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandfather was one the first Pirate Captains.” Ramsey begins the story.

Billy cuts in before he could proceed, “Is that why you have same initials?”

“Yup, and so does my dad Roger Winters and my Grandfather Robert Winters. Now hush! The journey to the past begins!” Ramsey finishes with a smirk.

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The wind scourged into the sails, shoving the ship into the direction that Captain Rogan Winters appointed. “Ahoy Matey! Alas! We see the shore a comin’, over there!” Rogers pointing to the island about 400 kilometers North.

On the island, a woman with flowing curly deep chestnut hair sat on a flimsy log fallen on the sand after last month’s rain storm. Her brown skin glistening glowed as the sun penetrated her pours with light. Her eyes glimmering of a radiant hue of ancient gold darted to a ship she’s never seen before drifting closer on the horizon. I must go and tell my father! Skipping off into the shadows of the tropical coconut tree leaves, she spots her father sitting on a rock admiring something.

Waving from afar off she darts to where he is sitting and sees him intensely inspecting a butterfly fluttering on a plumber flower, which fell from the tree. She speaks in Hawaiian. “Makua, aia kekahi moku ma ka pae!" Meaning “Father, there is a ship on the horizon!”

Puzzled look came upon Keahilani face, continued to say, “Healani! Go warn the people!” being the Ali'I [Chiefs] daughter, came with much responsibility. Everyone played their part in order to be a successful village. “Yes Father! I am on my way!” Healani urgently turned and sped off to warn her people. Keahlani walked to the sea shore to view the ship on the horizon. It appeared to be about 200 kilometers south of where he stood according to the position of the sun in the sky above him. The ancient Hawaiians navigated and told times by the lights positioning above them. They had no special equipment.

On board, Captain Rogan Winters called his son Raphael Winters, “Raphael, come forth for we are nearin’ our destination!” He takes ahold of his sons’ shoulder and points to the shore near the sand cove. “Have yet never seen such a beaut’ before!” Raphael peered at his father’s muscular frame down to the hand firmly grasped onto his shoulder. “No sir.” With proper upbringing he had learned respect and that to always respond with sir. It used to be ma’am as well until his mother passed away. Reminiscing of her gentle touch and golden hair draping over his face as she cuddles him to sleep with a soft lullaby.

“Wish me mare was here to see this. How she dreamt of this moment in her lullabies." Raphael softly spoke with a bit of tears seeping into the corners of his eyes. “ARRRRRR! Toughen ye up boy, before thee crew see yah weakness protrudin’ through ye eyes, Matey!” Raphael quickly wiped his eyes and put on his mini captain hat, only the Captain shall have the largest hat to tell him apart from the rest. After all he was just the Captain in training.

“Lower the anchor, we shall take thee row boats from her crew!” Captain Rogan ordered. As the crew began hustling. Jacopo lowered the giant anchor and yelled “Yoh Ho Away!” Jacopo was a tall, yet robust young man wearing his torn-up jodhpurs and his old red and white striped shirt he used to ware for the Italian infantry. His brown eyes match his chocolate locks. He was a runaway, the gruesome things he saw during the army. He could not take the death nor the rapes that occurred like any moment in history had both evils no matter the country. Being an Outcast from society and up for death penalty for running g from duty. Rogan discovered him and took him under his wing.

Beatha took the rope to start untying the rowboat to load the crew into the waters below. Her orange hair like ancient myth Repunzel was braided to the side. Her freckled skin trailed all way down her arms. Jacopo recalled when they had discovered her crying by the docks in Ireland on their stop to Norway. Apparently, she was a runaway princess that did not want to marry a certain prince. Fine by him, she was gorgeous and was only a matter of time before his charm would make her fall head over heels for him. Beatha caught him gawking at her like a rooster and sneered. He is so full of himself. Though he was a very strikingly handsome man there was no way she would fall for such a pompous fellow. “Eh, get ye eyes on the rope; before ye lose grip and burns ye hands, ye swimmin’ skunk!”

“Hush, ye bucket of chum!” Two can play that game. Jacopo finally finished with the anchor and hopped over to the second row boat to help Alex, nickname for Alexander a former night a British fellow slender, yet extremely strong. Strong enough to wield his giant sword. He claims to be a descendant of the famous Legend Knight Arthur but that his older brother Anderson now wields mother famous Sword the used to be trapped in a stone. His Hair was color of dirty sand and eyes a unique mix between brown and green. “Can I give ye a hand Matey?” being around Rogan so long they developed our own specific speech; sometimes at sea for what seems to be years, you end up developing your own dialect.

“Grab ye here this side and I’ll lower thee boat on this side.” Alexander let out a wad of air as the boat finally hit the sea water. Alex turned to see if Beatha needed any help with her side -- to find she was already sitting in the row boat feet perched up on the side and hands behind her neck. Well, what a wee show off! Thought Jacopo.

Just then the renown master chef of the crew Gregg, short for Gregory perched his fit upon the underside of a bucket. Hoisted up his elbow onto his knee and placed his palm under his chin. “I heard roosters a crowin’ I know what’s we be cookin’ for din', arrrr!” He raises his hand, “All ye in favor, say Arrr!” In unison the crew and Captain declared, “ARRRRR!” Greg was a hairy Greek man, supposedly he was a misfit in his family never worship their God Osiris. So, one day when fishing, he met Rogan and took himself aboard the “Crystal Cove”. The ships name proudly carved by Gregory himself, his talent as payment for Rogan taking him along. Gregory’s hair was wavy shoulder length, but in a ponytail. His eyes brown as a walnut.

The row boats landed safely on the coarse sand beside a rock oddly placed. “Why do you think there is carvings on that rock?” asked Jacopo. Turning to Captain Rogan Winters.

“I supposed it’s carved from the people we came here to warn of the upcoming war heading their way.” Captain Rogan Winters docked the other ship. “Let us head inland to find thee people of thee Island that thee Highest spoke to us about in ye dreams, which led us here tis day.”

“How shall the unknowns understand our words?” humbly spoken by Beathe.

“We must do as thee Highest commanded and spend thee next few months teaching our speech through drawin’ pictures.” Captain Rogan Winters placed his hand upon Raphael upper arm and looked deeply into his eyes. “We must pay attention to what thee Highest shows us in ye dreams, if He warn us of thee darkness be comin’, ye must tell us! ARRRRRR!”

“ARRRRRR!” Everyone in the crew chimmed.

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“Wait that cannot be the end of the story!” Hounded Amber.

“Nope it’s only the beginning! But, you gonna have to wait til tomorrow night for me to continue.” Ramsey gloated in satisfaction as he put his head backwards gazing at the moon.

“Time to hit the sack so we can hear more of this epic history. A pirate for a friend who knew!” Echoed Billy zipping up his tent.