9. Bizzare Play: Dead Man Ship.

Our sailboat had passed half way of its journey to reach (runway port) Jamaica.

The scroching red flaming wheel was just over the horizon. The white rays hits the eyes waking the admiral up. Sudden night storm had been subsided away. Sulking the life force out of me.

"Robin, get some sleep," vice admiral asked.

Finally, some rest. Drunken frishky mate is still on his hangover over his glass bottle. laying inside the cover of his black thin blanket. How was he able to sleep in that stormy night. "Hmm" now that I take a closer look. This bottles look expensive. Is this rum that much strong. It had a quite a different mark than regular one. I reached out my hands towards it.

" Oh holy mother of..," a snow owl passed in front of my eyes. Was that a warning call. I looked into the sky to follow its wings.

"Hah," foggy mist suddenly started shrouding and my eye sight got 10 to 0 in point blank second not able to see far. My senses were down. I tried to looked straight. Black shadow emerged from fog. Giving off all the greyish shadow ashes. My lower jaw dropped as my mouth just gaped open. I was surprised. Looking at the frilish flag of skull on top of the smokey mast of the large ship. Fog was surrounding the ship.

"Get ready, pirates," vice admiral stood up. he moved the tiller right side. To get out of the large ship's path.

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It was barque a three mast ship with pointed bow(front). Huh our ship stopped.

"We are going updeck." John said as he noticed something was wrong.

"Wait what, we can't. there can be a crew it's pirate ship. I might not want to be an hinderance,"

"Get your weapon prepared. Robin," good now I am just been ignored. We got our boat anchored to the side of the barque. Grey ashes were still surrounding the sea. Nobody can be seen on the deck, which is kinda a suprising. John centrifuged the hook roped and throwed it straight towards the gunwall( cavity in upper deck wall to support big gun). It hooked.

He streghted the chainrope to see it's tensility and asked me to go first. I was like noooooooo, nevermind. I am here for experiment dammit. I have to seriously do something about vice admiral otherwise my vitality will be shorten. I took a deepest breath in my life and probably the last one. Gripped my hands around the rope tightly and started climbing through my remaining time of life as it keep on decreasing. Finally, "huff," I landed on the deck. it is kinda difficult to see as the grey ashclouds were hindering my vision. There was a pretty bad stench of a rotting fish.

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My eyes caught something. I moved forward. There was something.....

"Haaaaaaaaa. I lashed backwards thanks to my toes. What was that? "Holy shit," I am dreaming. yes this is all a dream. I hit the chest of John.

"Robin," with a smile John said

"Sorry sir," I moved aside from his path. there shouldn't be much difference in our age but why did it feel like he is more of a bad news than what I just saw. One day I am going to tear that pony tail of his head. He moved towards the ashes as I followed keeping my sword out in front of me.

This was gory, the man's head was pierced right through his tough skull, hanging like a bearded hairy flag with nothing to care about on the deck with the help of the standing sword. It was litteraly like a vertically standing barbeque stick with a human meat and reddish black sauce.

"Is this what made your pants wet, Robin," he removed the sword out of the deck with the skull still hanginly penetrated.

Oh come on this is just a meat on a stick with REDЯUM sauce.

"Who is afrai.....vomiting," oh I am dead.

John throwed the head into the sea but my eyes were burning with the meat in the stick image.Grey smoke were subsiding because of strong winds."Vomiting noise" I would prefer not to increase more stench but dammit it is a corpse ship. "vomiting".

Everyone had become meat. With the line of black vulture fluttering and tearing their feast. I looked in those black round eyes of vulture, they are very nostalgic. May be remind me of my mother. "Hmm, nah she is much better." John moved towards the capstan( a vertical rotating device to used to control anchor of ship manually) near the mainmast. Vulture's were quite curious or may be fed up with their meaty breakfast as their head followed vice admiral greedily. The capstan was slightly in an anchored state. May be they were anchoring at the time of storm. Sails were also down so that they don't flow with the wind.

"What would have happened here." John asked as he moved towards aft(opposite to bow or the stern area of deck).

"A plague maybe,"

"Nah,Yellow Jack is not on the sail," looking throughout the corpse. ( Yellow Jack is a flag to notify there is a disease in ship.)

"A fight between members, ya that's why there was a meat stick," fight between other pirates can't be because there was no damage to the ship so it got to be inmates fight.

"You know there was this one-time I saw the deadliest fight in the navy. One man captain vs 40 of its crew mate. What do you thing who won." He investigated the flesh cuts from the swords as he traches the cuts through his finger.

What the hell is he spouting obviously, 40 men will win isn't it obvious.

"Haha-haha-haHaha he is still alive, I would never forget this fighting style."

He is gone full pinheaded I guess. I moved towards the captain cabin, to know what was going on. That idiot is day dreaming. I opened the wooden carved door. "Huh, clang sound of glass" my leg hit an empty glass bottle. I lift it up it has a weird pattern which kinda a remind me of something..........It suddenly clicked, this bottle, noway drunken frishky.

"Robin," admiral screamed from the deck......

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