text: [Themes: historical]
  
  A few weeks later...
  
  Waves crash against the boards of the Vindicta as you stand at the helm, staring at Captain Teach's Revenge which is headed toward a location you had marked on your map a few weeks ago.
  
  The Caribbean. More specifically, the islands of Martinique and Grenadines islands.
  
  After several minutes, you hear Fin exclaiming about something and it does not register until he runs up to you.
  
  "Ship spotted at the bow! Captain Teach is sailing straight for it! It appears to be frigate like ours, sir!"
  
  You look in the direction that Fin had stated and can confirm what he had spotted, which was a large vessel on the open waters. Staring at the vessel, it appear to be strikingly similar to what your ship had looked like before Captain Teach took you into piracy. A merchant ship? What are the odds...
  
  As you sail closer toward the target, you suddenly see the Revenge turning starboard, allowing the port side to be facing the frigate.
  
  Fin looks curiously at the Revenge and asks you a question, "Is he fleeing?"
  
  "I do not believe so. Captain Teach is not a man who gives into fears..."
  
  Then a crash of thunder splits the sound barrier as the cannons on Captain Teach's Revenge erupt and blast several cannonballs into the side of the frigate. The cannonballs pierce several parts of the frigate and you see a few men drop into the waters below, their bodies oozing with blood. Chunks of wood and supplies fly in several directions as you see men running back and forth on the top deck, clearly in a frenzy.
  
  As you gawk at the onslaught you had just witnessed, Captain Teach shouts and signals for you to board the vessel. Following his order, you take Fin and few others on rowboats toward the damaged frigate. As you travel toward the ship, you narrowly dodge bits of wood and amputated bodies that lay adrift in the waters. It was the first time you had seen a dead body and the smell of salt mixed with bloody flesh did not sit well in your stomach.
  
  Eventually you hook onto the ship and climb aboard where you see Captain Teach negotiating with a man who you assume is the captain.
  
  "I demand you to hand over this ship or I will be adding more souls to Hell."
  
  Captain Teach's face slowly produces smoke, enshrouding his demonic face in mist. The man that Captain Teach is threatening stares in fear, his body trembling and sweat dripping from his forehead.
  
  "Just take everything!" The man suddenly shouts, his voice quivering with fear. Captain Teach laughs then speaks to one of his men.
  
  "Go back to the Revenge and tell them to follow. I need to drop off some cargo." The pirate exits the ship quickly as Captain Teach takes the helm of the ship and begins to head toward the islands in the distance. You repeat the message to one of your men who goes back to your ship while you stay on the frigate with Teach, Fin and a few others.
  
  A few bodies litter the deck as several of the frigate's crew either stand terrified or are sitting in shame. Some of the pirates are inspecting the ship and discussing with each other about the ship itself. You begin to walk around and look around the ship. There are a few supplies on top of the ship although you assume that most of the supplies are below the main deck.
  
  You head toward a passageway located below the helm and once you enter, there are a few stairs heading into the lower decks. You start descending, expecting to see stacks of cargo when suddenly, you are hit with a grotesque stench.
  
  What is that smell? Then you see the source of the stench. In the dark, at least a hundred sweaty slaves are chained up together as they sit in the bottom of a humid ship. Their faces don grief and putrid demeanors as some of their eyes begin to focus on you. Their eyes are blank, unfilled with any fire or passion within them.
  
  Suddenly one of them speaks up, his accent drowning out the clarity in his words.
  
  "Who... Are you?"
  
  You respond carefully as you are afraid that one of them might take your words harshly if you are to say the wrong thing.
  
  "An outsider. I am a pirate and we have taken this ship."
  
  A few of them then begin to look at you with a new flare in their eyes and some even rattle their chains as they change your sitting posture.
  
  The man who spoke, speaks again, "Pirate? Are... We free?"
  
  Your mouth opens as though you are ready to speak however your voice stops short. you stand in silence as you stare at the slaves.
  
  Just leave them be...
  
  "Please... Let us... Free..."
  
  > free them
  You take your flintlock and aim at it one of the chains. The slaves then all begin to flinch and move around, their eyes filled with fear.
  
  "Hold still."
  
  You fire, the bullet piercing the chains and breaking them free. One of the spaces gets up as the chain slips away from his cuffs. soon others begin to do the same until all of them are up. They all look at each other waringly and it seems as they are communicating silently.
  
  Suddenly, without warning, all of the slaves begin to run and you get tackled into metal pole nearby. Your head begins to ache with intense pain as you watch dozens of men run from the hold onto the main deck.
  
  You hear shouting and gunfire as you lie down on the deck of the hold, your breathing heavy as you begin to smell blood. It would be a long time until anyone else would find your body cold and stiff.
  
  The slaves had a rebellion, taking over the ship and killing everyone on board however even with their new freedom, they would eventually be turned over to the American colonies anyways.
  
  Your body was dumped into the sea as a lifeless corpse. Another man to add to the list of the unfortunate...