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It was a quiet morning of October and the Eslandolan port was slowly waking up: busy people and layabouts crowded the coastal road, the most early rising storekeepers were opening their shops and soon the fishing boats would have returned to the port. The sea was calm, the seagulls swooped over the sea, everithing was as usual, but Commodore Esteban Gutierrez could not calm himself down (and empting another bottle of rum did not help his nerves): he was waiting for an emissary from the king himself to discuss the most important task of his whole career, the organisation of the First Treasure Fleet leaving the island. A servant announced the arrival of Admiral Francisco Montales (the man he was waiting for) and he pulled himself together, but the arrival of that high officer probably meant serious troubles for him. "Due to a mixture of spying, treason and... how can I say... incompetence -told the Admiral staring at the empty bottles- the secret has been discovered and our enemies know about the enormous wealth we are going to send home. Obviously we have to avoid that!" "That's terrible! -cried Esteban, imagining his career sinking... he was responsible for a part of the fleet and he risked the military court- we have to cancel the departure!" "Our enemies would burn our colonies to the ground to plunder our gold, so this is the most stupid thing we could do. A fleet must leave and the treasure must be delivered to our mother country without any disturbance. This letter, written by the king himself, explains our plan; be sure that the secret is well kept, because we won't have another chance." "In the fortified warehouse your men will fill barrels and chests with stones and cannonballs. This "treasure" will be boarded on your ships and everybody (spies included), will see it: three or four gold coins "casually lost" will help people's imagination." "Meanwhile my soldiers will bring the real treasure to the northern shore, where some ships are waiting for us. We will use little carts for the transport and we will avoid inhabited areas. We will follow an unusual route and in less than one week we will be out of our enemies' range." "That's a perfect plan, Senor: your cleverness and bravery will surely..." "Don't flatter me, Commodore: it's a waste of time. I've important things to do. For king and wealth! Farewell!" "For king and wealth! Good luck Senor!" One week before... "Hi, scribbler! I've read that you are again pleased by the hanging of another infamous pirate, pillager and highwayman... I need a letter written by the Eslandolan king himself and I know that you can write it and, if you want to survive and earn a considerable amount of gold, you should meet my expectations..."
They came. And they plundered. It was a massacre. How could they have known...? They came from the shadows at night and preyed on us like vultures. They knew we were carrying the grandest amount of treasure the world had ever seen. And that we were heavily armed too. But that didn't stop those vultures from attacking us. We were taken by surprise. But how could that be? Each vessel in our fleet had specially appointed guards. And their orders were specific. Shoot first, ask questions later. But even these elite squads weren't able to protect us. Splinters everywhere. Blood. Screams and roaring cannons. It was too much for me. I was so young. This was merely my second trip as an appointed captain of a relatively insignificant cargo ship in our fleet. It was too much for me... I hope my family forgives me. I hope the world forgives me... (sound of a pistol shooting inside the captain's cabin) Bonus pic. Good vs Evil