<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">"They're about a mile out, Cap'n!"</span>, a ragged looking old scalawag called up to a man leaning over the railing of a massive ship of that appeared to be tattered and torn by war, despite the fact that others were presently working on repairs. The man he had called to was glaring at the skies above, which were beginning to rumble like a fat King's aching belly when a meal was missed. He didn't appear to be phased by the status of the ship that they had been tailing for even an instant, though the news had been well received and his mind was already working out the plan as he watched a streak of thunder weaving through the skies.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">"Send me your storm, you salty, old whore..."</span>, the towering man whispered, who was clearly a pirate when his clothing and jewelry was considered, and clearly he had a bone to pick with a certain god and the ship that his war party was chasing. His ship was a horror on the seas, rarely ever seen because he typically attacked other Pirates and Navy ships with the company of storms. Storms provided by Calypso herself, who had locked him into a raw deal that was no longer beneficial to him. He had been responsible for retrieving Leviathan for her, a trapped Goddess who was dwelling in the belly of a chest held captive by the Navy, which he had been actively hunting in recent weeks. In just under a month he had sunken eight of the Navy's ships and killed around a thousand men in the process, but still he hadn't come across that god forsaken chest.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><script class="js-extraPhrases" type="application/json">
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</div></div><br/>The men of his fleet were tired and beginning to become annoyed by this fruitless task, despite having looted eight ships in the past month. Their coffers and closets were full with gold, jewels and weapons won by bloodshed, but even they had their limitations. Even they, as mortal, selfish and greedy men and women born to plunder any and all who would take to the ocean, were nearly out of resolve. They wanted only to return to pirate country in the Caribbean so that they could spend their money gambling, drinking and fucking. They didn't seem to understand fully the motives of their Captain, however, and none had questioned him just yet.<br/><br/>"Axel Cane" was a feared name all across the sea, from France to South African and everything in between them both and the Caribbean sea. He was known across Europe as the Black Plague, and his collection of exactly 27 heads that had been carved into the bow of his ship was perhaps the most terrifying sight for any to see. Some were dried out, skin, muscle and everything else having been rotted or picked out by the gulls, leaving only a clean, white skull. At least eight of them, though, were rather knew, and the elements were breaking them down as that terrifying ship, followed by three others, chased the quick little Rabbit that he believed was carrying his prize.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">"Send word to the others to veer off. They need to circle around from the east so that we can box them in."</span>, Axel told the beat up, old, leathery man sporting a bandanna that was helping to tie back dried up, old white dreadlocks. When he did, the old man hurried to the back of the ship and began to raise a series of flags, pointing them into the proper direction, and as he did, the three ships that had been following the massive War Galleon known as "Blind Man's Jest" began to change course. The four of them together in any battle were a nightmare, considering the fact that Axel's fleet, though few in number, did possess four rather large and considerably deadly ships. They were made up of his great War Galleon, which was Axel's latest prize from his wars on the sea. Then there had been "the Bishop", his previous lead ship which had been one of two Frigates among the fleet. The second Frigate had been known as "Queensbane", and the last and smallest of their group had also been a quick and vicious little Brig known as "Calypso's Cunt".<br/><br/>Together, they were a living, screeching nightmare, and upon those legendary ships, painted black and flying flags sporting skulls and bones, there were more than about eight-hundred men, all perverse, vicious and wild in their own rights. They were a living poison to the sea, and easily one of the most powerful Pirate fleets that existed in their day.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">"We'll be doing some killing today, gents! Sharpen your blades and prep the cannons! You'll be smelling burned powder and blood quite soon..."</span>, the towering captain called out to the man, all of whom stopped for just a moment to raise a cry of excitement for the battle to come.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">"And bring me every fucking chest on that ship, UNOPENED!"</span>, he barked the words, deep and full with distrust as he growled at his men like an angry dog, which made some laugh and others cheer as they got right back to work, dropping sails to catch the wind from the storm at their backs.<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FYDRGxVq.jpg%3F3&amp;hash=62afe364799e747827fd69da6d101918" title="YDRGxVq.jpg">
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