Post by The Jackel on May 29, 2006 20:53:25 GMT -5
A young man in his early twenties or so. Obsidian tendrils flowing from his cranium as dark onyx hues casted upon the edge of the ship and into the sea. A mere slave he was. Captured in his homeland and sent to perform multiple duties of the Captain in his/her mates. Only to be sold once more to another and was doomed to repeat the process. No more will you control me master was the thoughts upon the Jackel as he focused his sights upon the Captain whom slept in his warm bed. The hand being extended with the lock pick as the door of the cabin clicked. Silently it open and light steps would carry the 5'7 male across the boards. The dagger being raised and planted into the seventh vertebrae of Captain of the Nautilus. Crimson paint seemed to cover the white silks that laid upon the bed. Did the horror stop there?.Oh no. Revenge was upon the mind of this individual. No longer used a weapon for their sickening and degraded pleasures. Three hundred and twenty-two men slaughtered and mutilated by the hand of the one known as the Jackel. The substance of life seeped into the sea as those who could smell its scent began to surround the perimeter of the large ship. The black sails high and mighty as the thunderstorm carried on through heavily. His hand came to the leash upon his neck, caressing, he would never remove it for the horrible sins he had committed that one evening. Waking up from that nightmare once again upon another night. He came from from the Captains' Cabin and stood upon the top deck. Looking over his crew once more, the thunderstorms could be heard once again and the fog was rolling in. The evening came and again, the deck would be painted crimson as the crew was massacred in their sleep. Another two-hundred and thirty-three dead. The beasts from the sea circling the ship of blood once again. The Nautilus seemed to be cursed as was its' Captain. Fear could be sensed upon the ships arrival at ports. Upon arrival, not much was left after the destruction it left behind. Gaining more recruits, so that they also could feel the harsh cold steel of the Captain's possessed soul. But until they faced that cruel fate, they would serve until their time was no longer of use, pillaging, plundering, and bringing all the treasure and booty they could find to their masters' hand. The Jackel became very profitable, until he had one that stole it all from him. Falling asleep one night, he would awaken the next morning with his ship..The Nautilus sailing away from him. Leaving him nothing but his weapons and clothing. Revenge burned in his soul it soon he would be granted that sweet retribution. Several weeks later he would catch up with those who had taken his ship, one...by...one they fell to a very gruesome death. A hundred and fifty-three total died by his hand. The rest committing suicide before he had the chance to finish the deed. He regained possession of his ship and now sails alone on that cursed ship known only as the Nautilus. Bringing death and destruction to those who are foolish enough to cross him. The man would end and the Legend begins.