Post by sovietpirate on Apr 21, 2006 10:41:55 GMT -5
Vladmires ship sailed quietly into the unsuspecting port. He was bent on revenge for his fathers death. His father an admiral in the Russian Royal Navy and because he "knew" a little too much he was murdered. Vladmire looked at his friend and head officer, Mikale. This was the signal to open fire on the new admirals ship. The still of the early morning was quickly ended by the fire of cannons and the screams of murderers. And so as quickly as they had come they had gone. Leaving behind a sea of fire and blood. Vladmire thought to himself as he walked into his quarters 'where will we go now? if we stay here the navy will hunt us.' he then remembered his father speaking of a place that was beautiful and quiet warm. He recalled its name, the Carribean. He didn't know how to get there but he knew how he could find out. English ships often carried maps of every place the roayl arses knew about. He would attack a small ship of the royal navy and steal their maps, food, and if need be ammo and cannons.