Culver was a small port town in the Caribbean, and like most port towns feared one thing above all. The threat of piracy loomed over the Caribbean sea, like a hawk circling a field mouse, numerous counter-offensives had been made by the imperial fleet but almost all of them had ended in failure, and vengeance by the pirate hordes. Culver had been relatively safe from pirate attack, a naturally formed defensive ring of near impregnable granite crowned by a sturdy wall made repelling would be invaders easy. The town had been founded over one hundred years ago by Daniel Culver, who was forced to stop on an island when his small merchant vessel, The "Ocean Mare" lost her mast in a ferocious storm. When he made land he was welcomed by the native tribe, who greeted him with honour as the first white man to land there and helped him repair his ship, overwhelmed by their immense kindness he made it his aim to convert them to Christianity and make their lives and their island a more civilised place by founding the town of Culver. Unfortunately, the natives would not convert to Christianity, they told Mr Culver that their Gods had been kind to them, and they had no reason to abandon them. When they told him this he saw it as blasphemy, and all the kindnesses in the world could not stay his rage, he and forty score imperial guards slaughtered the peaceful natives mercilessly one bloody night and from that day on Daniel Culver was hailed as a christian hero, a vanquisher of heathens. The small island turned out to be a prosperous place for the new citizens of Culver, the fishing in the bay was good and the island was found to have an abundance of valuable granite, ripe for quarrying, as well as a small gold seam. In the years to come Culver prospered, and with a small imperial garrison was effectively safe from pirate raids.
But one night, a pirate more daring, more conniving and eviller than any before him entered Culver bay... Aboard his mighty ship were his crew, two hundred and fifty bloodthirsty pirates, hardened by years at sea and fierce battles with the imperial navy. Captain Edward Mercy had his eyes on Culver. The governor of the island, one Nathaniel Culver, a direct descendant of Daniel the Evangelist, acted quickly when the pirate ship was spotted lurking in the bay, he sent for all the men who could bear arms to man the defensive outer walls, leaving the women and children in the care of a skeleton watch of imperial soldiers and the few men who could not bear arms, this turned out to be the doom of the town. Merciless Mercy anticipated the Guv's strategy and devised a way to bypass it completely.
So he left a skeleton crew of thirty men aboard his ship, the "Thanatoid Thespian" formerly the HMS "Mary Jane" so that the ruthless cannons could bombard the entire town to smithereens while he made his move, another twenty men went manned half the longboats, along with nearly a full crew of dummies, this fooled the town defenders into thinking that the pirates were about to attempt a hopeless rush upon the main fortifications, which would inevitably end in failure. But Mercy had a plan, he and the other two hundred men, in ten groups of twenty, managed to sneak through the complex network of caves, mines and sewers that links the bay and the town. When they emerged in the centre of Culver, a town ripe with riches and devoid of almost any capable resistance greeted them.
There was no time to alert anyone, the small group of imperial soldiers rushed out, weaponless in their complacency, to be met by a savage volley of musket fire and vicious steel blades. They rushed through the town, entering houses at liberty, slaughtering the occupants and grabbing all the booty
they could. The governor himself, Nathaniel Culver, crouched in a barrel in terror and clutched ever tighter the key to the city vaults. The Captain of the small group of imperial soldiers was no-where to be seen, faced with the sight of two hundred bloodthirsty pirates and without any coordination his troops were panicked and ran, or were slaughtered like dogs. Charles Abigale was that captain, and he viewed the massacre from the construction site at the top of the Clement household, he saw the carnage through the eyes of a drunkard and was apathetic towards the entire scene.
Mrs Joanne Clement lived in a house of black timber framing, with white plaster and it was a symbol of her husbands profession, a stonemason, that the house had two statues framing the doorway. But her husband was at the wall, and the pirates were here. Before she could get away one grabbed her, he wasn't looking for treasure. His fetid breath made her skin crawl and she tried to block the moment out but his relentlessly groping hands prevented her from escaping, she was trapped.
The house across the street belonged to Arthur Edfield and his family but he too was summoned to the wall and his wife and young son left to fend for themselves. A pirate entered the house, his breath was ragged with the exhilaration born of crime and in the shadows Mrs Edfield clutched a frying pan in her hands, raised it ready to fight back. She had let the first pirate enter without noticing her out of pure fear, but her young son was out there and as a mother she would face anything to protect him, she gripped the pan tightly and stepped out of the shadows as the pirate looked round in anticipation.
Little Tommy Edfield was too young to understand, but instinct had told him to hide when he heard the pirates coming and now he heard a thump that heralded the arrival of a new source of fear. Edward Mercy dragged his cumbersome wooden leg towards the stack of barrels and inhaled deeply, the smell of blood was on the air and he was hunting for a new victim. He rested his pistol upon the barrel and patiently waited for his prey to break cover...
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Edited by SlyOwl, 14 November 2009 - 11:33 PM.