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Thisis the start of a stoy I am writing.
Please any C+C wil be great.

Shanghaied

The shouts and throaty laughter pierced the dark calm of Port Majestic. The sweltering heat and sticky air of the Isla de Plata lingered in the night sky. Jim walked towards the tavern cautiously, as he got closer he could hear the clinking of glasses and high energy sea shanties detailing epic quests and tales of buried treasure. A chilling wind licked Jim’s legs as he approached the infamous tavern. “Here we go then.” he whispered to himself as he lugged the solid oak door open.

A thick smog covered the roof of the tavern , it had the aroma of exotic spices and the hearty smell of tobacco mixed with mead. Jims eyes were instantly drawn to the ostentatiously dressed man in the furthest corner away from Jim. He was a middle aged man with rugged looks and a scraggily, long, unkempt beard. He was heavily muscled with a couple of scars running down his arms. Jim guessed this man was a pirate from his slight drunken sway. This pirate wore a large tri-cornered hat that was gilded in gold thread, that he must of took from a previous opponent unfortunate enough to cross paths. His simple beige vest was covered in grime and blood stains. A leather jerkin was fastened loosely around his vest and was festooned with a variety of pistols, throwing daggers and grizzly trophies. The piercing blue eyes of the pirate made Jim feel all alone and vulnerable. Jim shook this off and tried to do a pirate swagger to the bar.

The door slammed open almost breaking from the hit, silencing the tavern. Everyone turned to see who the new comer, it was the Huntsmaster. The legendary pirate that was the slayer of the kraken and the roc. One of the band started to play his sea shanty again but a shot rang out and hit the bard square in the chest. This caused a tankard of mead to fall on a wrench under the man. “Play my usual song. Now!” the Huntsmaster shouted at the startled band.

The slow sombre music started and the atmosphere mirrored the tune. Jim startled by the ruthlessness of the Huntsmaster took a step back. He felt a sticky feeling on his foot and looked down to see that he had a almost full spittoon jammed onto his foot. He slipped over and knocked 2 flagons of rum onto him self making him smell like an old pirates hat. “What arrrrrr ye doin to me rum!” threatened a hulking pirate. This pirate was angry and threw a punch at Jim. Jim just dodged this by a hairs breadth, the punch hit the Huntsmaster.

This angered the Huntsmaster and he unsheathed his gleaming cutlass. Jim couldn’t help but look closer at the Huntsmaster. His large billowing cloak flowed over him and Jim like a shield.. Behind this cover was a bloodthirsty pirate hell-bent on killing Jim. The pirate raised a flintlock and pulled the trigger. Time seemed to slow as he saw the lead shot get closer and closer. Jim closed his eyes as he expected the cold embrace of Davy Jones to envelop him. After an eternity he opened his eyes to see the shot pass right by him. Jim sighed in relief and turned to see a fist connect with his nose in a sickening crunch.

He started to black out as he tumbled to the floor. His life seemed to flash before his eyes even though he was only 14. He could hear what was going on all around him but the last thing he heard was a man pleading for his life, then everything just faded to black. Jim woke up with a startle to see a bright blue sky right above him. He rolled over to see he was on a deck of a ship. As well as seeing the blue eyed pirate staring right back at him. “ Well me lad do ye want the good news or bad news first?” boomed the pirate. Jim groaned. “Well the bad news is that ye arrrr on me ship now as ma cabin boy, so you have just been shanghaied but on a lighter note can ye give me back ma spittoon when yurr done wit it!” the pirate told Jim.