The ship Mr. Bear hired out had set sail; sailing along the calm waters of the ocean under the bright light of the full moon. He, the men he rescued Mia with and a few others, Mia herself and Mathew; she asked him to come with them and he said yes and they stood together by the taff rail looking back at Cape Mackerel and the fort that they had destroyed. It wasn't on fire but it had suffered massive damage; three of the guard houses had been destroyed, the gate had been completely shattered and there were a good number of holes that had been blown through the fort wall. The smoke had finally cleared but it was too late; the men that had attacked the fort were gone and all that remained was some major cleaning up and fixing to do. Meanwhile on the ocean, the ship sailed on. It was a medium sized sailing ship made of dark brown wood and had cream white sails. A fifteen man crew ship with a man at the helm and the man in charge standing next to him. Mia and Mathew stood on as the gentl
Morning came and the ship docked on the shores of the island of Pensure; another small island to the south of Cape Mackerel. The sands were white, there were a lot of busy trees, the houses were small and made of wood that had been vanished and there was a large rock formation on the other side of the island. On the shore were a few small boats, a few men sitting on wooden crates mending a large finishing net, a group of children running around and there was a gravel path that led into the town where the market was; a place where all sorts of things were sold not just on stands but in small shops. Mia, Mathew and Mr. Bear went ashore, whilst the rest remained on the ship. They made their way down the dock taking in the simple island scenery. They reached the end of it and stood looking around some more; this time wondering where to start looking for Capt. Grovergane. "Right then, he could be anywhere," Mr. Bear said. "How are we going to find him?" Mia looked to her left where the
The next moment, Mia, Mathew and Mr. Bear had been let into Capt. Grovergane's house and they were sitting in the tiny living room/kitchen talking; with a door to the left that led to his bedroom and one to the right that led to the bathroom. "Goodness." Capt. Grovergane sat in his chair looking closely at Mia. "It's not you but . . . It's you . . . What is the meaning of this," he said. "My name is Mia Dalhamavaughn," she said. "I didn't know he had a child." "He didn't, well maybe he did but not me. I'm not his child." "You carry his name and you look like him," Capt. Grovergane said. "Yes, so I've been told but no. I'm not his child." "So who are you?" "I am a descendant of his," she answered. "From another time. A time long after this one. I was brought back by the time keeper because there is some unfinished business that needs to be finished." "A descendant of Capt. Jules?" "Yes." "Where is Capt. Jules?" Capt. Grovergane asked; it was a question he sort of knew the an
Morning came and the ship reached La Hannah and pulled up by the dock. It had just about the same feel as Pensure but it was three times bigger and so had more people. There were men carving a small boat, men out in the water throwing fishing nets into the water, men by a stand gutting, cleaning, salting and drying fish and men sitting under a large open tent weaving baskets; each one of them busy at their work. Mia left the ship with Mathew, Mr. Bear and Capt. Grovergane and they approached the group of men that were carving the small boat; the group that was nearest to the dock. "Good morning," she greeted and the men paused their work and looked at her and then at her company. "Good morning," one of the men answered; wearing nothing but trousers that had been folded up at the bottom. "Sorry to disturb you but we're looking for someone." "O.k." "Marilyn Gripp," Mia said and Mathew and Capt. Grovergane turned their heads to her as Mr. Bear just smiled to himself. They were there
The ship left the dock and began to sail out. Capt. Mohlenar had said his bit about just how he felt about them heading to Bara Drayago but he had chosen to tag along; his presence was needed and so he put aside his clear fear of the place and joined the company, bringing new life back to the trust. He too dove into his stashed away pirate chest and got his best hat and coat on and was very much ready for the adventure; a black leather tricorn hat and a brown coat. Mia was standing at the helm dressed ready for the adventure as well. Capt. Mohlenar had a coat and a hat of Capt. Jules in his posession and so like his own he dusted them and gave them to her and she proudly put them on; a wide black suede hat and a maroon coat with golden embroidery on it, nicely put together with some of the clothes that the many women that had slept over at his house had left behind; a white blouse, a navy blue corset, knee high maroon suede boots that matched the coat, slick black pants and two thick
The ship sailed on and reached the secluded beach Mathew spoke of. It was a small beach on the extreme opposite side of where the fort was and there was not a single soul in sight. "I can paddle out on a small boat with a few men and go and place the orders of the weapons you need and then we can move them later under the cover of the night," Mathew said. "O.k.," Mia responded. "Whoa hold on, I know his your lover and all but are we seriously going to trust him with this?" Capt. Mohlenar asked. "It does feel a little fishy," Capt. Grovergane agreed. "Thank you." "He could end up disappearing with our money or worse off calling in his father's army to come and arrest us," Mr. Bear said. "He's not going to do that," she said. "I'm not going to do that," Mathew said. "I'm sorry but I just don't trust him," Mr. Bear said. "Mr. Bear seriously," Mia said. They had talked about it before and seemed to be cool about it and so she found herself quite touched by the words that were com
Mia and her entire company were thrown into the holding cells of the fort and as they began to slowly see their lives flash right before their eyes Admiral Krenan was in his office pouring himself a celebratory glass of whiskey; with a wide smile on his face that wouldn't go away, chuckling loudly to himself even. It was finally done. He thought that the vision he had of tying up the last loose ends of piracy by bringing death to the pirate captains that had escaped him had gotten away from him but it hadn't. A good while passed, five whole years to be exact, but it was a vision that would soon come to pass for his son had delivered on his promise; his promise to pretend to help Mia find the two last pirate captains and lure them to Cape Mackerel to be executed for his glory. An execution that had already been set and was to be held the following day at noon. An execution that had already gotten around via word of mouth to the people of Cape Mackerel so that they would be in attendanc
The pirates were locked up, each one in their own holding cell except from Mr. Bear and the other crew men that were put together; one group in one cell and the other group in another. They had been stripped of all their weapons and just sat quietly to themselves thinking about the terrible fate that was soon to be theirs; the terrible fate they were so certain they had escaped but unfortunately had caught up to them. They felt bad that that was the way things were going to end, especially having found nice, quiet and safe lives for themselves; lives that were not the best but were goood enough because unlike their fellow pirates that were no more they were still alive and well. It wasn't going to be for long as they were set to be hung the following day at noon but at least it counted for something; they had managed to survive where many others didn't. And as they felt that way Mia felt even worse. She was an absolute mess sitting in the corner of her cell quietly crying to herself. W