PTV 2015 Small: Classic Pirates

[Mengish]

Ahoy Mates!!! Here comes my small MOC for the contest and my even smaller story accompanying it.

Classis Pirates: A map, treasure chest, greed, betrayal & blood.

Having shared years in a damp pirate ship, these two crooks found themselves on a small island in the Atlantic Ocean with a map. The map had one red spot on it, which would bring them to their fate. An ill fate…

They got grip of the map through a series of classic intrigues. One night after a pillage in a village the captain returned to the ship with a map hidden in his pocket. He was given the map by the priest of the village who begged to be spared. He offered a treasure map in return. The captain gladly accepted the offer before he stabbed the priest. “This was a wicked world” he thought, as he headed to the boat that would bring him back to the ship. He listened in complete silence of the others’ bestialities. He was eager to get back to his cabin and learn about what the map held in store for him.

When they boarded on the ship, he sorted out all the procedures to be conducted after a pillaga: The sharing process of the loot. He even demanded less than he would have, just to make it to his cabin. Once he got to his cabin, he ordered not to be disturbed until morning. He threw himself on his silk upholstered chair and laid down the map before him. After a few minutes examination, he grinned with satisfaction. He took a sip from his favourite rum and fell into a sound sleep. But it was so sound that he would never return to the world of the living.

There was one thing he was not aware of: That he had been followed by one of his men all the way from his encounter with the priest to the last sip he took of his rum. This was the humble cook of the ship who had gone to the shore just to be able to have a share in the loot. Having learned about the existence of the map, he hurried to the captain’s cabin before him when they returned to the ship. The captain was busy sharing the loot, which enabled him to pour some poison into his favourite rum. But he had to be sure so he poured more into other bottles as well.

When it was 2 in the morning, he glided into the captain’s cabin. Silent as a rat, he checked the captain’s dead body, which was stone cold already. Now it was time for him to grin. He checked all his pockets but the map was nowhere to be seen. He checked all the drawers and everything else but it was not there. As he was leaving the cabin, he noticed a rat running down into a hole in the middle of the cabin. He could still hear it squeaking, which was strange because it had to be gone. But it was still there. Suspicious, he knocked on the old, stinking wood. It was sure hollow. Knocing once more carefully, he began to feel the edges of an opening lid. He removed the beautiful Turkish carpet covering it and there it was. He opened it and went down to a small niche. It was pitch dark so he had to bring a candle to illuminate it. Once the niche was illuminated, he could hardly stop himself from giving a shout of happiness. There were jewels and gold in a pot. But better, a map with a red cross on it, which had only one meaning in the world of pirates.

He spent the next few days with the crew investigating about the death of the captain, which ended up fruitless. The crew was just as crooked that no one cried after their not-so-beloved greedy captain. They were back to their daily routines with their new captain.

But the cook had other plans. He studied the map on and on and, finally concluded that he needed help. But who could he trust? This was a pirate ship and he knew, as he knew himself, that it was full of indecent men. But he could choose a naive indecent crook. This was the helmsman who did know nothing but to steer a ship. He had a straight forward way of thinkg and could be the best prey for the cook. Knowing that he liked rum as the captain did, the cook approached him on a calm and hot night with two bottlles of rum. After a few hours, he was grinning again with pleasure. He had persuaded the fool into his plan to leave the ship when they get near to the treasure island on the map. This would take a month or so, though. But he was a patient man.

Twenty-eight days later, they were passing by Nassau when he opened up to the newly elected captain about his plans to resign. The captain of course did not demand a signed petition but thew him into the first boat to go to the shore for provisions. The helmsman was there, too.

The two tricksters bought a small vessel in Nassau, filled with provisions that would suffice for a week. It was a few days trip to the island, he had calculated. The season for such a trip was favourable with southern winds helping all those going to the north of Nassau. Before they set out, the crook cook had to make his plans ready for the next phase. They had bought guns and swords just in case they needed. Trying to get the helmsman believe in him, he handed over the two guns to him. And he took the swords. The helmsman, happy with his companion, took their small vessel safely to the treasure island. The cook, by the way, studied all the route because there would be only one on this small vessel on the way back.

They reached the small island on a sunny morning. Eager and cheerful, they landed in a hurry. The island was so small that it was not difficult to find the spot. They dug together and cried out loud when they heard that classic sound of the spade hitting the chest. It took two more hours to finally get it out of the sand.

Now, there came the second phase of the plan: to get rid of the helmsman, who would be of no importance, value or whatsoever from this point on. “Hey, can you check the hole we dug for a second chest?” asked him. The naive helsman turned back and hardly took a step forward when he heard the jingling of a sword, of which he was very familiar. He immediately reached for his gun and aimed it at the cook, who did not seem terrified at all. He pulled the trigger but the only thing he heard was a click. He was about to jump on the crook when the sword cut his head off before the broiling heat of the sun. There he was, his blood was filling the hole once occupied by the treasure chest. The crook, on the other hand, did not waste a second about what had just happened but began to drag the treasure chest on to the small boat which would return to a distant beach in Nassau on a silent night..

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[blackdeathgr]

Nice story telling and nice hole full of unfortunate's blood

[Graham Gidman]

Nice job!

[Capn Frank]

Added correct tag

[Mengish]

Nice story telling and nice hole full of unfortunate's blood

Nice job!

Thanks for the comments guys!

[Dannylonglegs]

That is not a small story!

It is quite good though! and the vig accompanies it well too!

~Insectoid Aristocrat

[Mengish]

That is not a small story!

It is quite good though! and the vig accompanies it well too!

~Insectoid Aristocrat

Glad you liked it! I like MOCs with stories to tell. We dream, we build. We build, we dream...

[Brick Capone]

Very nice job.

[Captain Dee]

Your "short" story is beautifully written and the scene illustrates the ending quite well. The posing of the loser is great, but he'd look better with a hairpiece too. The ground texture is nice and the design of those Technic palm trees is slowly growing on me. That hole full of blood is serious stuff. Good work - now all you need to do is illustrate some more of the story...

[Mengish]

Very nice job.

Thanks Mate.

Your "short" story is beautifully written and the scene illustrates the ending quite well. The posing of the loser is great, but he'd look better with a hairpiece too. The ground texture is nice and the design of those Technic palm trees is slowly growing on me. That hole full of blood is serious stuff. Good work - now all you need to do is illustrate some more of the story...

His hair must have fallen into the water with that blow:-) Glad you liked it.