Calypso's Rage

Captain De' Reeves battles the storm and saves a drowning man

The chase continues, and Calypso’s rage has gained speed on this o’ ship of mine. The clouds twist in an unnatural way, darkening the blue skies black with shadows as the storm draws near. Her thunderous cries echo beyond the horizon , a deafening sound even the souls from the Locker six fathoms below would be able to hear.

 “All hands on deck!” I shout to my crew, “We are goin’ to ride this storm, mateys!” I grit my teeth tightly together as I keep the helm steady.

The Ocean Goddess makes a crackling sound, and in a flash of light her tears start to pour down on us. Nightfall soon approaches and even the Moon hides from her fury.  I could not see anything as I steer my vessel and only rely on instinct. 

“Man the sails, and brace yersevles mateys, this night is goin’ to be a long one.”

The waves, rageful, push the Mare Liberum, to and fro and I lose my grip on the helm as it bucks me like a bull away and I slide to the stern. I hold onto the railings as I watch the winds carry my hat away, I try to reach out but too late I was and soon I lose sight of it. I curse internally to myself as I gain my balance once more, and a burst of lighting flashes before the Ocean’s surface and in doing so I gaze upon an ungodly sight. A dark figure seems to slither by without a second thought to us. Perhaps it knows we are already bound for Davy’s Jones locker.

I hear a cry for my name, “Captain!” and through the rainfall I see Ace advancing towards me. “Don't go shitting through yer teeth now.”

“ Go frig off somewhere, Ace.” I give him a smirk as I make my way back to the helm and take hold of it once more.

My crew and I wrestle with the storm all throughout the night, and as her rage finally subsides I can see daybreak. The Sun begins to peak over the horizon, calming the waves from a furious, dark blue to a fierce, bright crystal. My eyes fall upon the Ocean and it seems as if the storm ne’er happened.

Suddenly, from a distance I spot a figure of a man laying on some driftwood. I call out to my crew to send a rope down with the ladder to help the lad up. I may be a pirate Captain but I remember the time I was helped when drowning, so I vowed to myself to at least help those from falling into the depths of the locker. By the time I make it down to the starboard side the lad is passed out on deck.

“Aye, a lost little birdy I see. What should we do with him, Captain?” A crewmate says.

“Take him to the brig and have the Quartermaster deal with him first, I will soon be yer after some shut eye.” I waved them off as I walked to my own quarters, exhausted from the night’s events.

My sleep is dreamless, but sound. I then am awakened by a commotion coming from below, down in the crew quarters somewhere.

“Shite” I shake my head as I get up from my bed and change into something that has not been soaking with water from the storm, and as a reflex I grab the place where my hat would be and realize it is lost somewhere in the vast Ocean. I sigh deeply as I make my way down to the crew quarters.

“Aye! What be all this ruckus down yer?” I say as I slam open the door and see the Quartermaster man-handling the washed up lad.

“I demand to speak to the Captain!” He shouts.

I smirk as I reply, “Aye, yer speaking to the captain, matey.”