Thursday, April 27, 2006

   Been off a little while to think of this great new story for all you fantasy story fans. AND PLEASE WHILE I'M STILL ALIVE PM ME SOME FICTIONAL CHARACTERS. I'm running out of ideas. I won't hold you on no longer because I'm starting on the next story which
CYBER PIRATES


A dark ship coursed its way through the open seas. Splashing white spray over the metal sides of the grand ship. The sea was turquoise and clear for you to see over the edge and at the silver sparks of fish in the water.
The sun was high in the sky and burning its reflection into the metal casing of the boat.
The anchor was laid on its side ready to be dropped in by two sturdy tall men. They wore bandanas across their heads and scimitar’s in their cumber band. The black t-shirts were filled with tattoo symbols as were the arms.
The bolts on the side of the ship made it look like a tank and held the boat together. The boat was shaped like a pirates and a smiling skull was placed on a flag in the air. It waved about angrily on the summer’s breeze.
The boat was speeding down across the sea and towards a little Island that was not so far away.
There were about two dozen men aboard the ship surrounding a very tall man. The man had yellow teeth and short dark brown hair.
He smiled as they headed closer to the Island. He had a long beard that just reached past his wide neck and his blue eyes stared at only one thing, his treasure chest.
Half of his face was shaded in the sunlight but he watched as they rammed down the ores and tossed the anchor off the ship.
“Get yar barny arses inta gear!” shouted the man moving to the front of the ship staring at the battlements. The walls on the harbour were thickly lined with troops. Sailors in thick police armour and holding guns in their hands. Standing directly in front of them was the only richest and most powerful pirate in the world. And he waved his sword at the boat.
The sailors uttered a scream and fired wildly. Bullets bounced straight off the metal boat and sizzled from the heat in the water.
The smoke covered the ship. It had disappeared to the sailors. James Coffucus, the richest Pirate and most powerful in the world, began to bite his nails as he slowly faded back running up the road and in to the town.

The smoke finally cleared and the sailors watched amused that the boat had vanished, like in a magic show.
The turned to each other and gasped as the sun shone from silver blades that swung down from the houses behind them.
Their throats were slit along with arms being thrown to stop any escaping.
Blood scattered all over their clothes and dribbled slowly into the sea.
The man with the short beard looked up the steep road to where Coffucus was running. The sun now showed that the right half of his face was made of metal. His jaw wiggled a bit and he looked down at the jacket that covered his arms.
He pulled it off showing his left arm completely cased in metal and then began to walk.
A brown scruffy ferret followed closely by his side from aboard the ship that was neatly parked in the dock out of sight.
The man looked down at it following his size ten boots.
“Not this time, mate,” he said kindly nodding his head as the ferret gently slowed its pace and waited with the other shipmates.
Coffucus tripped (which was good luck for the man) and began to roll back down the hill towards the man. Just as he was about the knock the man down he held his foot out and stopped Coffucus.
He looked up and peered at the glass eye in his right eye. He uttered a cry before he was lifted off the floor.
“Do ya know who I am?” asked the man holding him tightly in the air. Coffucus shock his head.
“I’ll tell ya. The name’s John Cyber. And I happen to be a pirate, mate. I been told that ya’r the most powerful pirate in the world. Is that true?” Coffucus winced and then shook his head.
“Good. I like ya, ya listen. I’ll spare ya only if ya tell them that I ave a problem needed to take care of!” shouted John pointing at his metal half of his face.
“T-t-tell w-w-ho?” asked Coffucus calmly trying to cower in his suit.
“Well, I be dammed! Tell the other pirates of course!” Cyber dropped James to the floor and then began walking back to his shipmates.
Coffucus had begun to run before Cyber had gotten back and the shipmates chattered away like mice.
“Why d’ya let him get away Captain?” asked a nosy Pirate with long black hair. John stared at him with his glass eye and then turned back to the ship.
“If more people ar then there be more treasure to snatch back!” everyone laughed before boarding the ship and setting sail toward the horizon and out of sight for yet another day.

John Cyber sat at his table that night watching the stars blink outside of the one window on the Cyber ship as it was called. He started to see the images of what had happened to them on the very day. The day that he had made a wish cursing all the Pirates aboard his ship.
A dark mist had spread over the sea and with no help at all the wind blew in a Westerly direction.
The water was still and Cyber had gone below deck growing at the workers on the oars.
“Da ya filthy sea swabs! Put some back inta it!” he hopped down the deck on his non-mechanical legs and scratched the tearing skin off his black hairy arms.
He wriggled his big hands over his small beard (at the time) and jumped the ladder poking his head on top of the ship looking for any signs of an Island.
“Seen anythin’ matey?” asked John staring at the bald headed man on the pole higher above. He looked down from the cold clouds.
“Nothin’ Captain. Shall I carry on takin’ a look?” he asked kindly and John nodded moving further to the front of the ship. The dark mist would be a while until it would settle. He looked closer at the mist.
Well, thought Cyber, If God wants us to die, then so be it. Let it be over. I’ve had seven months of trying to get my Wish. And what has it got me? Nothing. One thing that John Cyber had always realised is that in his mind he never talks like a Pirate. He realised that it was a phonological problem and not mental. John stared away over the horizon in his own thoughts and thinking of nothing else.

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