A Different Point of View

Captain Adasi was looking across the horizon on the bow of his ship.  He was a thickly built man, larger than most but still agile, and he was a dead shot with his pistols.  Of course, he rarely used them as he preferred bladed combat.  He didn't have an eyepatch, or peg leg like most of the other captains, because he wasn't stupid.  He didn't let himself get into those kinds of engagements.  He let his men do that.  Right now, he was thinking about the 'demon' his men were talking about.  Apparently, while he was gone having his fun in some of the villages closer to the sea, his boys were attacked by an unstoppable warrior, who killed more than half of those that were against him.  Of course, like always, the captain won in the end.  But still, it would have been fun to test his experience against the demon's.

Actually, now that he thought about it, he had reports of one of the ships capturing a few prisoners.  He had heard gunfire coming from that vessel, and was soon rewarded with his men's cheers of victory.  Those maggots never knew when to give up.

They had made it hell for him.  Those 'Kingsman', never gave up.  They never stopped, and they never surrendered.  They made perfect soldiers.  He had hoped he could persuade some of them to join his crew, but it didn't seem like that was going to happen.  Maybe he could see if any of the prisoners had survived.

"Cap'n, the men grow weary.  They don't wish to keep plund'rin fer loot.  If I may say so cap'n, neither do I."

"Bah!  You Lilly livered scoundrels bett'r continue on!  If ya don't, then I'll jest have to teach ya why ya should."

"Yes, cap'n."

The captain returned his attention to the sea, and wondered when they would get back to the land of the Red Sand.  Ah, such a beautiful place.  The waves coming up on the shore, the tavern, the wenches, and best of all, the rum.  His hands moved from his cutlass, heavier than most, to one of his two pistols.  One of them was a normal gun, able to be reloaded and refired.  The other however, was a one shot pistol.  He kept this one because it was heavily resistant to water.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of longboats being lowered.  Turning around, he saw his crew leaving with whatever they could carry, and the ships farther away turning, as if they planned to attack.

"Belay that!  What do you filthy mongrels think yer doing?"

"We're leavin cap'n.  I suggest you jump overboard, save yerself."

Captain Adasi drew his pistol and fired, the bullet perfectly hitting its mark right between the crewman's eyes.  Before he had a chance to do anything else, one of the mutineers yelled an order of attack, and each ship fired their cannons on Adasi.  The men in the longboats hurried to get out of the cannon fire, while the captain stood exactly where he was.

His world was being torn apart around him, but he had a sense of calm.  An eye in the storm, he was watching everything with grim appreciation.  The ship started to tilt, and he made his way to the bow.  With the vessel sinking farther and farther into the water, the captain became the highest point of the dying creature.

The cannon fire stopped, and while the men in the longboats slowly made their way to the ships, the captain looked at them with hatred.

"I'll be seein ya in Davy Jones' locker, ye bilge rats."

With the ship completely underwater, he pushed off and let himself fall to the depths.