This writing was inspired by Fenomena's Pirate Fortress Picture. I took some liberties on names (Since they really wouldn't be calling each other Engineer, Spy, Medic, etc.) I do hope you enjoy the story as it was very fun for me to write. This is only the prologue to the rest of the story. Be prepared for the next chapter to fully introduce Medic and Spy (Known as Francis and Wolfgang in this story). There isn't much description of the character (some you get to use your imagination for) in this as I wanted to give a sense of urgency and being to rushed to give formal introductions. Pyro is the only current character from Fenomena picture that I didn't take. Instead I made my own. (Fenomena Pyro will make an appearance later!) Always, comments, critiques, and even things you would like to see happen are always welcome! Pirate Fortress “ Batten down the hatches!†A low Scottish voice boomed down to the deck. “Aye, aye, Captain!†“Those landlubbers think they be takin' down Jane of the Eight Seas!? HAH! I be showin' them the way ta Davey Jones locker!†Jane growled, as he started to attach his shovel to his stump of a right hand. His close friend, Professor Gabriel Reginald, sighed at his friend. “I do believe, Jane, that there are only seven seas.†he stated calmly, loading a cannon. “Seven? SEVEN?! You ferget the greatest sea of them ALL ya damn Intellectual! The sea of Supreme arse kickin'! Done by ME!†Jane practically spat at the Professor. Another voice came from next to them, a young boy probably no older than eighteen. “Oi, less chattin' an' more fire th' cannons. Aye?! I don't want ta die tonight!†“ Oi, Captain! Starboard! The ship be closin' on us!†A voice yelled down from the crows nest. The dark skinned captain glanced his one good eye up, and gave a nod. He unsheathed his sword and looked at the deck, glaceing at the crew he was responsible for. Jane was of course trash talking, the ships currently circling them. The Professor was working on preparing all cannons with Nathaniel. Damn boy. If they we're going down, he'd hate to see the young lads life cut so short. He had so much potential to. Gregory was loading his personal cannon. A stern look on his face as he glanced to the parrot, Sasha, and gave her a kiss on the head. A monster of a man with such a heart of gold. Even Captain Tavish will admit he was starting to grow fond of the great man. Lawrence was still up in the crows nest, picking off any person he could get his rifle bullet into. Those Armada bastards had better watch out because Lawrence was the best shot in the world. The question still begged Tavish's mind though... Where was Wolfgang, Francis and Pyromancer? This was the end of the line and they had better show themselves. Tavish wasn't the kind to like being hoodwinked. But unknown to him, the three were inside the Wolfgang's room. All of them sipping brandy in tiny pewter glasses. Francis adjusted his ascot a sighed, “ Well,Wolfgang... ma petite dame... zis is eet. Ze end of zee line. I have enjoyed working with you, Wolfgang... and it was a pleasure to have met someone like you, Ardra.†From under the crude dragon like mask, Francis heard a small chuckle. The person lifted the mask up, only to show their smirk, and to take a sip of brandy. “ Francis... ya be kind. Der are tings in the after life watin' for ya. But... I have a feelin' dis ain't be our time ta meet Davey Jones.†“ Ja, und I am Jesus Christ. For god sake Ardra, ve're surround und have no vay out!†The middle aged German held his held, sighing. “ Don't worry mon...†Ardra said in a gentle voice, the mocha skinned hand of the witch doctor gently touched Wolfgang's shoulder. “ Ardra, Wolfgang 'as a point. I don't see 'ow we can even escape, let alone survive.†Francis and Wolfgang only saw the woman's mischievous smirk, “ Ya both sowed ya seeds. Don't worry mon, da spirits not be lyin'.†Francis watch as Ardra reach over and delicately took a sip of Brandy, “ Now... if I be correct mon... both of ya are needed on deck....†“Und vhas about you?†Wolfgang gave a sigh and stood up straight, getting out his pistol. Francis did much the same, but gently brushed off his clothes a bit. “ Me? Don't worry mon... I be workin' behind the scenes. Jus' be givin' me time. Alright?†She gently pulled the mask down to cover her face as she stood up as well, the bells on her ankles giving the room a pleasant vibe. One of tranquility. Francis frowned harder, they really could have used Ardra's help on deck. But... Ardra was never wrong about something. Ever. So, he pushed the doubt from his mind as he forced a smile. “ Oui, we shall. But Ardra... 'ow are you so sure we shall get out alive?†She blinked at him through the mask and only chuckled gently, “ Because mon... I have friends on de other side.†Without so much as another word, Ardra left the room, leaving only the sound of jingling bells in her wake. “ She creeps me the fuck out.†“ Qua?†Francis frowned as he glanced over to Wolfgang. “ I said she really creeps me out sometimes... her voodoo.. mumbo jumbo! You... don't think zat... she's telling the truth j
The story got chopped off at the end.
This seems interesting! I like how you portray Pyro especially.
Sorry about the Chop off, had to run to classes. You know, normal college shit. Anyhow, here's the rest. -------------------------------------------------------- “ I said she really creeps me out sometimes... her voodoo.. mumbo jumbo! You... don't think zat... she's telling the truth ja?†He asked, holding the door open for his friend. Francis gave a sigh, heading towards the deck, “ I don't know, mi ami. Part of me is thinking zat she is lying to make us feel better. And zee other part of me wants to believe 'er. Zat we won't die.†“Vhat do you think she is planning mein freund?†“I 'ave no zee slightest idea in ze world. But at long as it will 'elp keep us alive, I am all for eet. 'Ell, I do not care if she some'ow manages to channel Jesus Christ. As long as eet will keep us stay alive and 'ealthy.†Francis checked his pistol to make sure it was ready and loaded. Glancing over the wonderful French craftsmanship, he couldn't all help but wondered how he got here. It all was his fault. The Rousseau family was innocent, in fact they helped Francis out. They were wrongfully ... “thanked†for their patriotic work. All because of them, he left. Wolfgang and himself. Why serve a corrupt nation? And worst of all, Redmond let it all happen. A man he grew to trust. It was like an excerpt of of a story and not his really life. One man betrays another. Hatred, no matter how deeply rooted could never go away, and Francis would make sure he would get his and the Rousseau family their revenge. Hell, probably countless other families and people were wrongfully accused with that man governing the laws of France. “Mien freund?†“I..eh? Qua?†“ … You are thinking of them again... I saw it in your eyes.†Wolfgang stated, frowning at his friend. Francis turned away, dusting his coat off again, “ Non.. I.. I wasn't.... I.... ehhhh... what is zee use... Oui, I was.†His hand fell to his side, head hung as he glanced back at Wolfgang. Wolfgang stared at him for a moment, then smirked, “ You know....vhere I am from... ve have a vord that could describe your situation.†With a slight curious look in his eye, Francis questioned further, “And what is zat word?†“Schadenfreude.†“... Schadenfreude? What dose it mean?†Francis asked. “It means 'People taking pleasure in your pain.' Like vhat Redmond did. He took pleasure in vatching people killed und he too extra relish in your pain. Because you knew the truth. Ve also use that term for Revenge. Vhen ve say it like that, it means you enjoy the pain that the person who harmed you is going through. Like justice, Ja?†Wolfgang soon gave that devilish smirk. That scar he acquired not to long ago only made him look more like a rabid dog than a man. “Schadenfreude...yes... Schadenfreude... I will enjoy his pain.. and suffering... and not just with me, but every single one of my descendants will hunt down those kinds of people... and zey will enjoy every moment as zey stab them in zee back.. just like Redmond did to me... Redmond... I won't rest, until a knife is in your back! I will survive zis day, or my name isn't Francis Reginald DuPont!†With one last look at Wolfgang, he grinned, “ Come... mi ami... we shall murder every single one of zhem.†Wolfgang gave a dark chuckle, “ Ja... let's go practice medicine.†With a grin to each other, they open the door to the deck as they were greeted with a flash of bright light.
The writing could use a bit of work, but its ok
I am interested. Try adding some more detail, explain their pauses, because you use ... a bunch without saying why. Makes them look like they are struggling to talk.
I'd agree with the comments above - the writing needs more work. Please keep going, though. We need more pirates.
Schadenfreude is a german verb; it's taking please in some one elses pain. it's doesn't describe his situation because he is not comitting schadenfruede, he is the victim of schadenfreude. Even then, it's usually unexpected suffering that is schadenfruede worthy, like falling on our ass because you slipped on ice. Someone beating you (or killing (I assume) most of your family) for shits and giggles is just cruel.