Black Flags



















Rated M, for mature.

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The journey of a brash, young Englishman, a former Privateer turned Pirate, in the lust for the life of gold and women. Experiance the golden age of piracy, and meet characters like Blackbeard, Charles Vane, and Banjamin Hornigold, speak of ledgends like Davy Jones, and confront your darkest enemies. Explore the Jamacian islands, visit cities Havana, Kingston and Nassau the pirate underworld, and other locations like thick deep jungles, Myan ruins, Lonely Islands and underwater ship wrecks. Raise the Black Flags.

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Black Flags

April 19th 1711 London, England
"Master Kenway! Master Kenway."

"Yes?" He replied.

"The King wants to see you."

Edward Kenway followed the man through the palace, down long coridors guarded with British troops, and ornated with gold statues and plyniths of all sorts. The man opened the door to reveal the King. King Goerge sat apon his throne, a buffet layed before him with all sorts of food. Cakes, pork, beef, roasted chicken, profitorolls and a chocolate fountain in which to dip them in.

"My leige," Mr Kenway said as he bowed before the King's presence. "You summoned me..."

"Leave." King George said to his assistant.

The assistant bowed, turned around, and briskly walked out, pushing the two giant mahogany doors open to exit.

"Master Kenway. We have gathered some information informing us of some sort of treasure in Nassau." The King said.

"And you want me to retreive it?" Kenway asked.

"You will be allowed 10%."

"Sounds fair." Kenway replied.

"The Spanish are on to it aswell. I will not allow those CATHOLICS TO RETREIVE WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY MINE!" King George shouted.

"Of course... But I will need a crew. High class privateers armed with quality muskets and pistols. Also we need a above decent ship if we are to stop the Spanish." Edward Kenway told him.

"All ready as of tomorrow. Rest for now. Tomorrow we fight."

April 20th 1711 Dover, England
"Captain Kenway! Mr Faulkner at your service." A man said.

"Were is our ship?" Kenway asked.

"Should be here any time now. We leave Dover, and sail for 90 days. We stop off at New England for supplies. Then we head south to the West Indies, and stop off at Nassau. We capture some pirates, torture them into revealing the location of our prize, and finally sail back to England and take 10% each. Giving each member of the crew less than 1%." Said Mr Faulkner.

"Easier said then done Faulkner." Kenway replied.

"There she comes!" Faulkner said pointing out the ship.

"She's a beauty. What is she called?" Captain Kenway asked.

"The Jackdaw. Twenty Five Cannons each side. And Four cannons at the front. Also two swivel cannons each side." Faulkner said, explaining the schematics of the Ship.

"Truly a mighty vessel. Let us sail to Nassau."

June 17th 1711 Pacific Ocean
"SPANISH!" Shouted a member of the crew.

"What?" Edward said as he pulled out his spy-glass. He looked down and saw a vessel in the distance.

"What do we do captain?" Faulkner asked.

"We fight." Kenway said.

"Full sail! Head to the Spanish ship. Man the cannons!" He added as he shouted at the crew.

The sails came out and the wind did the rest, sending them pelting towards the Spanish ship. They were only about 500 meters away, and closing the distance fast.

"Fire the front cannons!" Kenway shouted as the front cannons pelted into the ship.

"Wait, we can take it." Faulkner suggested.

"Chain shot!"

Chain shot was useful for taking down masts. It consisted of two balls connected by a chain, and the momentum would carry it into the masts, pulling them down.

Kenway pulled up along the side of the Spanish ship. "Fire!"

The shot spun into the masts, pulling them down and immobilising the ship, but their cannons were still working, and armed.

"Shit they're firing. GET DOWN NOW!" Kenway shouted. They all got down, and the cannons flew past their heads, sending small amounts of debris flying into the air.

Edward got up, and spun the wheel. He took them around to the front of the Spanish vessel, which had no frontal canons.



"BOARD!"

The crew swung their crapling hooks which caught on the rigging, and climbed along with their muskets on their backs, and pistols in their holsters. They got on deck and shot anyone on sight, and they used their muskets for stabing and cutting up the Spanish troops. Edward pulled out a cutlass, as used his foot to kick a Spanish troop in the groin, and as he fell to his knees, Kenway plunged the sword down his throat.

"Kill the Spanish Captain!" Edward shouted.

The capitan came forward, amd spoke to Edward. "With hounour." He said, dropping all his weapons, save one; a sword. Kenway did the same, and got ready for a fight. The Spaniard swung his sword but Edward was soon to block it, he used his foot to swipe the Captain's. Kenway put his sword to the Spaniards throat.

"With honour." He said, and slit the Capitan's throat. "Loot the ship, and return to the Jackdaw once you've finished." He said to the crew.

July 15th 1711 Nassau
"Land ho!" Souted the man in the pidgeon coop.

"And there it is... Nassau."

July 16th 1711 Nassau 12:01 AM
"Bring us in Mr Faulkner," Kenway said as he handed Faulkner the wheel. "I want a closrer look."

Edward was soon to climb his way up the fore mast, and then to the pedgoen coop. He pulled out his spy glass and looked around, noting the un guarded areas, or the entrances which were guarded so poorly, because the pirates drank themselves to the point where they could barely see..

"Arm your selves!" He shouted to the crew. "We're in for an ambush."

"We're not flieing their flag sir!" Faulkner said.

"It's allright, they wont see us, it's too dark, and they're too drunk." Replied Edward. "We need less speed, half sail!"

The ship slowed down in the night time breeze, and it slowly edged it's self towards the bay.

"Hugh, they haven't noticed a thing!" Faulkner said bewildered.

The docked in and slowly lowed the plank, from the deck, to the sand. A man came from their cabin, opening the doors and following Edward.

"Who the hell are you?" Master Kenway said on noticing him.

"That's... that's" Faulkner said struggling to utter the words.

"John Pitcarn!" The man said.

"What are you doing on my ship?" Kenway asked.

"Remember, this isn't your ship, master Kenway, you're only on a durty errand for the King," Pitcarn reminded him.

Edward narrowed his eyes, remembering the little amount he aggreed on, a measly 10%. The King would get over 60%, or even more if he wanted.

"Come on now, we need to place the gunpowder by their pubs and houses." Faulkner reminded them, as he and the crew lifted the barrels off of the ship.

"I have disclosed the location, of the treasure for you," Pitcarn stated. "It is about fourty yards north of here..." He added.

"I'll go." Edward said, as he hurried into the forest of bannana plants, and palm trees.

Edward realised, if he could blow the ship, he could take the treasure for him self. He need not worry about the pubs and houses, the blame could be put on his crew for that.

"The treasure will be all mine," he said to himself, "that greedy bugger of a King can have none of it."

Chapter III: The Pirates Life for Me
He wandered down, deep in to the claustrophobic corridors of the forest. The stench of musk and sweat hung in the air. The lush shades of green seemed to stretch on for miles, but eventually, Ed reached a clearing.

"The treasure should be near here... Once I get it, I'll blow up the ships, kill that posh sod, and start earning a real fortune..." He muttered to his self.

Suddenly, out of no where Ed had his face battered in with the stock of a musket.

"There... 'At should do it..." A voice said, just before everything faded white.

"Ed? Edward? Is it dangerous?"

"Ugh?" Edward moaned.

"Privateering. Is it dangerous?"

"Wouldn't pay so well if it weren't..." Ed replied.

"Then why? We don't need the money!"

"It ain't about need Caroline... I want. I want food that don't make me sick. I want walls that keep out the wind... I want a better life."

"Lad... You'd better tell us what you're up to..." A man said as he stood over Edward.

Ed groaned as his vision finally came to full focus. He was tied up, hanging, left up-side-down over the deck of a ship.

"Lad, if you don't tell me what you're doing, I'll cut your neck- not to kill ye, but to let the blood drain from your body... Tell me, how long do you recon you'll last? Half an hour?"

"Treasure. There's some here. English Navy..." Ed tried to speak. "I'll split the earnings..."

A knife flew and cut the rope Edward was dangling from. He feel and hit the splintered wood with a thud.

"The name's Ed. Ed Thatch. Yours?"

"Edward also."

"Then call me Blackbeard. To avoid confusion with the other pirates... So, where is this treasure? What is it?"

"It's here, somewhere, but only a few hundred thousand Reals. The King intends to take it." Kenway replied.

"We've got a group. We'll split it. Share it out. The King don't need none of that money now does he?!" Thatch exclaimed. "Get up," he said as he lowered his arm to offer help.

Chapter IV: A few Spanish Reales
"You go on ahead! I'll catch you up Thatch." Edward shouted back.

"Where you off to?" Thatch asked.

"To deal with the English."

Thirty some minutes later Ed arrived where he started. The large brig named the Jackdaw in front of him. Floating calmly in the water. He needed to be stealthy, he hatched a plan: climb up, slip down under deck, past all the crew in disguise, claiming he needed something from his study. Then climb down into the cannon decks, and light the gunpowder. Climb back up and walk off.

He climbed down as he so planned, no one batted an eye, not even Pitcairn. As he approached the gunroom, he took note of the man outside, a member of the crew, keeping watch. He looked at the many kegs of gunpowder. He left some where it was, and scattered some more on the floors for good measure. All Edward now needed was a wick of some sort. He saw an oil lap, just what he needed. He tore off some of his shirt, a long strip, and soaked it in the oil. He lay one end on a trail of gunpowder he made, and the other on the wooden floor. His swords clashed to make a spark, then he was off.

"Ha ha! Good bye you posh git!"

Someone must have heard, because the door wouldn't open, it was barred shut.

"Shit!"

The cannons. He managed to pull one back, to open up a gap, the square hole for the cannon to go through. He managed to get his legs through, but he got stuck on his broad shoulders. Edward was lucky. A second oil lamp was close at hand to provide something to lubricate his self with. Furthermore he was lucky it was mid summer. The wood expands when heated.

As Ed jumped into the water, the blast propelled him, he flew about twenty meters to the left of the ship, and was once again, unconscious, sinking down.