Drag Me Down To The Depts

   Hey guys, sorry this is a shorter story. I did kinda use some of the lyrics but I twisted them. I wonder if you can tell what song inspired this story. If you like this story please read my other bits of content because this may or may not be related to my other stories. Please tell me what you think and tell me your theories about how it relates to the other stories in the comments below! Ok, I hope you all like it. Enjoy!

Dear Malinda,

   The seas may separate us but the fire of my heart still burns for the hope that I will see you again. Compared to dealing with the loneliness I feel without you by my side, piracy is easy. It is harder for me to be even a second away from you than it is to conquer any of the king’s ships. I would fight a whole fleet if it meant I would see you that much sooner. 

   Do you remember when we were children playing in the streets of Makuba? It seems like centuries ago. We always said I would be a pirate. We always knew I would be the one who saved our town. And I have. Every time I visit, Makuba is even more prosperous and lively than when I left it. Every time I visit, your smile is even more welcoming. 

   My love, there is something you should know. 

   Your father is dead. 

   I was the one who skewed a cutlass through the old devil’s otherwise already cold dead heart. I know you asked me to show him mercy but I couldn’t. He used to beat you. He was terrible to you. He abandoned you when your mother died. The light of the sun may blind me in the morning, but one thing that I will always see clear as the blue in the ocean, is my love for you. 

   Let me assure you that I did not seek him out. Your father and his crew came seeking to conquer the greatest band of buccaneers to ever sail the seven seas.

   I saw the sails of the Spade’s Curse as the wind blew at my back. 

   “Captain!”cried Charles from the crow’s nest, “John Case and The Spade’s Curse approaches astern on port side!” 

   I ran to my quarters and looked through the window. Just as Charles said, the blasted ship captained by your blasted father was approaching. Your father and his crew came up on our port side about a couple kilometers away and opened fire on me and The Oracal. 

   Fearing I would never see you again, I emerged from my quarters and onto the deck. 

   “ALL HANDS TO YOUR BLOODY STATIONS!”

   At my command my crew began running up and down The Oracle to prepare to retaliate. I ran to the wheel and hoped that your love would keep Davy Jones from dragging me down to his god forsaken locker. I then turned the ship to port so that we might face your father head on. 

   “Mr. Marxby!”, I shouted as the large fat man hobbled in my direction, “Are your new modifications completed?!” 

   “Yes sir, Captain,” he replied, “ but it remains untested Captain!”

   “Well,” I said with a laugh, “what’s life on this earth without risks?! Boring! That’s what it is, so go down to your workshop and pull whatever lever or switch required because the way I see it, there’s no better time to test it than in the heat of battle!” 

   “Aye, Aye Captain!”, he said as he ran down into the depths of my glorious vessel. Moments later The Oracle gained stupendous speed. I don’t know what it is that Mr. Marxby did to her, but no matter what he did it certainly worked. 

   We sped through the water like a bat out of hell as cannonballs flew past us like the rain in a summer storm. Once we were within throwing distance of The Curse I turned The Oracle to starboard. Our bows were parallel to each other as my crew began to swing onto the enemy ship. 

   It was a glorious battle, and you can sleep well tonight knowing that as sure as my heart beats, those waters have been dyed red with your vile father’s blood as well as the blood of the collection of filthy dogs that he called a crew. 

   That’s when something very intriguing happened.

   I was on the deck of The Spade’s Curse executing the men when a young man stood up with his hands tied. This boy wore a strange mask that I will never forget. 

   “Captain Mikeska,” said the lad, “I have searched the seas for you.”

   “Sit down boy!”, I said, “Unless you want to die that much sooner.”

   “But I know things!,” he said, “I know of treasures and I have ideas that you can use, Captain, I can be of use to you.” 

   This fascinated me. This boy was either telling the truth or he was the gutsiest lad to ever sail. I ordered my men to untie him and I led him to my study on The Oracle. There, the boy told me his ideas. He told me I could command a fleet of ships. I could expand my reach. If instead of sinking every ship I conquer, and killing all it’s crew, I could claim the ship and it could sail under my banner. He then told me of many treasures throughout the world. He said there was even a whole continent that was undiscovered, but I didn’t believe that for a second. 

   But in the lad’s eyes I saw something. I saw a piece of myself. It was clear he was a sharp lad, and he knew what he was talking about. So I made him a deal. 

   He had told me of a pair of gloves once owned by Hermes that would allow a man the ability to take whatever he wanted from whomever he wanted. I made him a deal. I said that in two months' time, I would be in Traki Port. If he were to bring me the Gloves Of Hermes, I would make him captain of The Spade’s Curse which would be the first ship to join Mikeska’s Navy. I then told him that if he failed to complete this task and I were to cross paths with him again, then I would shoot him with a cannon from one meter away. 

   And so, the deal was made. The young man took your father’s ship, and a few members of its crew, and set sail to retrieve the Gloves Of Hermes. 

   About a month later I had laid anchor in Traki Port to load up on supplies (and by supplies of course I mean rum). My men and I found ourselves waiting for drinks in a tavern called The Wiggly Tooth. That is when the doors of the taver sprang open to reveal the young lad and his crew a month early!

   The boy walked over to our table and tossed two leather gloves onto the space in front of us. The gloves were brown leather with jewels of many different colors sowed into the brim of the gloves. Branded on the back of each glove was the symbol of Hermes. 

   He had done it.

   I had only one thing to ask.

   “What is your name lad?”

   With a sly grin he chuckled and said, “They call me Shatter, that’s all you need to know.”

   I laughed at the name, but then assumed that it must have been a last name.

   “Very well, Captain Shatter,” I said with a smile as I shook his hand, “welcome to Mikeska’s Navy!”

   So, Mr. Shatter is now the captain of The Spade’s Curse. As for me, well, I am sending you this letter from the island of Aroka. Once I leave this place I am coming straight home to you my love. You see, you are like The Oracle, because my soul is the sea and you are the only one who I let navigate my heart. 

   I will be home soon. 

   I love you.

Sincerely,

Your prisoner of love,

Captain Aswald Mikeska.