I figured I’d start a topic where people can talk about the lore of the server and publish any stories/ideas that they may or may not have had… I’ll start

The wind was howling is the stormy sea. The navigator, atop the ship, in the crows’ nest, was struggling to read his wet charts because of the downpour on the ship. The ship was a fine example of some of the world’s best shipbuilders. Who else should be in charge but the notorious Dead God? So called because of his fearlessness and his ruthlessness, the Dead God was not a pirate to be messed with. He and his crew had more than 100 years’ sailing experience between them, and knew that the forces that met them on this dark, dull, dangerous evening were not to be messed with.

The captain gave the order to weigh anchor. The large, rusting anchor was lowered until it had reached the ground. The navigator, Markus, let out a sigh of relief as he made his way down from the crows’ nest, onto the main deck, shielding himself from the rain as he descended. He followed the crew into the ship’s galley, where Ma_c_hi, the cook, was handing everyone some hot steak with some rum.

The crew sat down on a table together to discuss what their plans for the day after would be. Reaper, the first mate, suggested that they make for a nearby island which supposedly hid some treasure. After some discussion, the crew agreed. They would set sail in their ship early the next morning and head for land.

As they headed to the cabin, Calliemav, the boatswain, was giving orders to the new crew members to start cleaning the rain, which was covering the deck, up. The Dead God slowly made his way to his cabin, with each part of the ship he stepped on creaking beneath his feet. Once he’d arrived, he added to his captain’s log, and started procuring a list of tasks he would want done the next day by the crew. He called for the navigator to join him, so that they could plan together the route for the next day that would take them to land.

Whilst the crew were busy settling down in their cabins, none of them noticed movement throughout the harsh conditions provided by the skies. Another ship was slowly gaining on the pirates. In charge of that ship was the Admiral that all pirates feared; Admiral Anivian. Acting on behalf of the British Empire to eliminate a threat to their shores, Anivian, who had 20 years’ experience with the Royal Navy, called the crew to aim the cannons. Once the order to fire the cannons had been issued, the pirates rushed back up to the main deck, in order to return fire. British troops were already preparing to board, their cutlasses drawn.

The Dead God pulled out his musket, and aimed at the boatswain of the HMS Bravery, Commodore G. L. Super. The Dead God pulled the trigger just as the Commodore started to swing across to the Pearly Eagle, the pirates’ ship. The Commodore executed the move perfectly, and ended up swinging past the Dead God, kicking the musket out of his hand as he landed.

Several other Royal Navy members, such as Lieutenant Skyman, followed their boatswain’s incredible display of bravery. Before long, ten troops had boarded the Pearly Eagle, cutlasses wielded, and were battling the seemingly never-ending hoard of pirates.

The cannon fire had been causing a mask of smoke to cloud both ships, making the battle equally hard for both sides. The British seamen, however, after a longer than average skirmish, had managed to tie up the more senior pirates, with some of the more junior ranks of both sides scattered across the now blood-stained deck.

Commodore Super ordered half of the surviving junior ranks to carry any potential survivors back to HMS Bravery, to be seen by the on-board medic, Dr. Solid. He then asked the other half to accompany him on a search of the rest of the ship for any potential surviving pirates. Whilst the bodies were being dragged across the plank that now formed a bridge between the two boats, the search team headed below deck.

The Dead God, one of the pirates tired up to the mast, used this opportunity and his quick thinking to procure a blade from the ground, which he used to cut loose the ropes that were tying him and his crew to the mast, before leading his crew to the lifeboat.

The Dead God had, in the knowledge that he would eventually get raided, stuffed explosives into the hull. He ordered his crew to leave and save themselves whilst he evasively moved down into the hold to ignite the explosives. The Dead God managed to reach the hold without being noticed, though as he readied his flint and steel, he heard shouts from above. The British had noticed that the pirates had escaped, which meant the Dead God didn’t have long to light the ship and dispose of the British.

He lit the fuse that led to the explosives, before looking frantically around for a place to hide. He ran, but before he knew it, the ship had detonated, Did the Dead God manage to shield himself from the explosive? Did Commodore Super and his crew survive? Will the pirates seek their revenge? Watch this space!