"The sky is clear, should remain so til we reach land again."
"Those clouds don't look promising."
"Aye, but the winds blowing the wrong way."
"We all know how easy winds can change course though."
A crew of man watched carefully as the ship rolled over the still blue with sheer ease. None of the crew could share such feelings. Some soon grew uneasy and took to securing the rigging whilst others loaded the cannons for later. One man, a slender looking youth, took back up to the crows nest, spy glass in hand. He climbed with more ease than most, pulling himself up with the use of his arms, yet without the use of his legs.
"Cash, lad, you be careful!" An older man shouted, laughing as the boy took to the sails. He stood upright and watched as the horizon came into view. "You'll do yourself a mischief!" The young boy took no notice and simply watched the blank ocean scale out ahead of them. They were on course for a seaport town, one the same men had breached before. Taking minimal damage, and minimal lives, they'd simply taken what they needed and left. It was how such men lived.
Jacob Timms had been a young boy taken from his home in the night whilst he father hurried towards the docks to defend the town from the wrath of The Trident. His mother had only screamed whilst some men enjoyed the fruits of their labor over the months they'd not seen land. However, the man who stood on the sails of the very same boat was another man, Jack Cash. He may have shared the same body and the same blood as the young boy he'd once been, but the open seas had taught him so much more. He had learnt freedom and true honor. He was a pirate now. He may not have been breed that way but the feeling lingered in his bones. The open sea was certainly home. In the years he'd been away, young Jack had surpassed the skills of his trainer and his own father. He was a skilled swordsman and a passionate sailor. Yet it was outnumbered fights he had a talent for. The young man had practiced often when they took to land. Annoying the Port Guards and then backing himself into a corner was his favorite. He was an agile fellow, able to run and jump further as well as climb faster than some of the men he knew.
The crew sailed for hours, preparing the ship for what laid ahead. As they drew closer, thunder clashed to the East and rain set it. Despite the concerns of many other of the crew, the Captain pushed on. The man himself was a father to Jack. A bearded fellow however not in relation to the infamous BlackBeard they knew well. He was a head taller and a hand stronger. He lived without fear and often sailed them through the storms, challenging the Ocean herself. She often replied, providing them with some of the most eventful experiences they'd ever seen. Each of these gave the crew of men a certain skill level above most of the sailors on the ocean. The Trident was a ship to fear.
Jack had retired to the Crows Nest above the stern within the hours they'd been travelling. He stood upon the sight and watched through the spyglass. It was an unmistakable scene. The lights that lit the town were undenyable through the storm that drew closer. He grabbed a hand on the rope and lowered himself down, using a protective leather glove to stop the burn that would appear by the time he reached the bottom.
"Captain, there. On the horizon." He yelled, running over to him. As the rain grew heavier, the boat's floor grew slipperier, causing Jack to stumble on the stairs. "We should prepare now."
"Aye, but we cannot open fire until we are close." He turned the ship towards the town, which grew slowly larger. They had the element of surprise as darkness grew, knowing their ship's darker wood and darker sails would allow them to creep into the bay without being seen. "Jack I want you on the boats, you are to kill Governor May. Take some of the boys with you. Well cover from the boat and send more men in behind you." Jack nodded and hurried down from the Captain to where three other men prepared a boat.
They dropped into the black of the ocean and began to row. The town looked quiet, unaware. It was always easier that way. They eased their way into the docks, dressed not as pirates but as men, armed and potentially dangerous. As they reached the opening of the docks, a shot rang out. They ducked and watched as The Trident momentarily lit up. The cannonball launched itself into the town and found its way into one of the town's naval ships. One by one, the men helped themself onto the docks and hurried along the paths and into the streets. By now the whole town was in chaos. There were bells ringing and armed men running up the streets. The two men held Jack back, knowing he had a head for trouble in such ways.
Once the group had passed, they moved on.
"That way." Jack said suddenly, pointing towards a street that ran North. The two others looked at him oddly and soon agreed. They were to split up and find their own way to the Governor's manor. Travelling together would draw unnecessary attention. Jack took a route down the Northern street and soon stopped a dead end. He pulled himself up onto a wall and climbed over into a smaller courtyard. He followed the wall to the otherside and pulled himself up once more. He leapt across the street and scurried onto another roof. He could see the manor from where he stood. He turned his eyes back to The Trident who continued to fire into the bay. He dropped into the streets, and ran towards the manor.
"Hey you!" One man called out. His royal red and white uniform stood out clearly. Jack smirked and continued to run, only causing more guards to follow him as he continued his effort towards the large house. He managed to reach the front doors and threw himself inside, his shoulder taking most of the force. He scrambled off the floor and made an educated guess as a man disappeared through the dining room. He hurried after him, his shoes trailing rain after him. The sound of metal against metal echoed through the house as the two other pirates found their way to the manor, attempting to hold back the small group of guards. It would give Jack the opportunity he needed. He chased the man upstairs and into the bedroom he vaguely recognized. He made a desperate attempt and made a grab for the older man. He pulled the pistol from his waist and held it against the man's head.