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My heart is empty but my head is full of splendor
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5 jan 2020
Just another nightly writing exercise for me. If anyone reads, hope you enjoy lol
The song of the sirens wails out into the darkened night sky. The only thing bringing light to the torrential sea is the overcast of the dimly lit moon. A small island appearing in the distance, the sounds of the damned eminating from a cave entrance on said island. The closer to the cave the louder the clash of crudely forged steel begins to echo through the caverns.
The walls start to fracture as hordes of skeletal pirates make their way to the battle raging at the heart of the winding grotto. The stench of death absolutely thick in the air. A hint of sea salt and overwhelming aura of rotting flesh filling the nostrils of any unlucky soul damned enough to smell it. In the midst of all this is the two producing such a ruckus in the first place. A pair of men locked in combat their cutlesses beaten and dulled from past experiences.
A stocky black haired man with a thin wispy beard looking completely out of his element. His movements lack experience but make up for it in their efforts as each swing of the blade forcefully slams into his adversaries. The combatant in question being a man known simply as Robert the Red. Accented by an appropriately thick red mane of hair to his shoulders and bushy thick beard to match. Their faces couldn't be more contrasted as Robert nose was nearly caved into his own face, a large indented gash from the blade of a previous for marking the top of his head through his nose to his cheek. An obscene sight for any with weak wills or stomachs as whatever teeth he has left practically hung onto his gums for their lives.
The man across from Robert merely being a merchant from a port off Spain's coast named
Esteban.
Unbeknownst to both men their skeletal doom inched closer from all angles, their feverish swings banging into each other's blade.
"Give up, ye put up a great fight lad, but face it.
There ain't be no way for you to make it out of this here cave alive. Even if ye manage to plunger yer blade into me still beating heart. Me crew will never stop hunting ye. Every waking moment of your life will be filled with feare, except for the last, where you'll experience the same thing all who come to blows with The
Red's crew. The acceptance of death."
Perhaps Robert may have been right if it weren't for the unfortunate fact his crew was being drowned and consumed by the beautiful voices that lured them with their songs. This most cursed island was home to the unnatural. Hence why it's treasure laid untouched for a millennium. The poor sailors dead or alive who washed ashore made up the now undead army that guarded it. Some made it to the island by mistake while others willfully looked for it. The island that held the ancient nectar of the Gods, ambrosia, left by Odysseus himself.
Esteban's thick Spanish accent interjecting as
Roberts words still rang in the air.
"Give up now Robert? As I have you begging for me to end it? I think not Mr. Red. You came here in search of power only to feed the insatiable lust of greed in your blank soul.
You do this because you have no one. I do this because I have someone, mi amor that you left on her death bed. Your crew beat her, used her, and tossed her aside like you have to countess people's across the European coasts. I will take great pride in piercing the blackened heart of you, you bastardo. When
I'm finished with, and have taken what I came here for along with your life. I will be the hunter of your crew. Not a single pirate will escape my fiery wrath as I scorch the Earth killing them all. will wi-"
His words cut short as rattle of human bones grew louder. A single haunting white face seen through the dull light of the lamps that lit the cave walls.
Just another nightly writing exercise for me. If anyone reads, hope you enjoy lol The song of the sirens wails out into the darkened night sky. The only thing bringing light to the torrential sea is the overcast of the dimly lit moon. A small island appearing in the distance, the sounds of the damned eminating from a cave entrance on said island. The closer to the cave the louder the clash of crudely forged steel begins to echo through the caverns. The walls start to fracture as hordes of skeletal pirates make their way to the battle raging at the heart of the winding grotto. The stench of death absolutely thick in the air. A hint of sea salt and overwhelming aura of rotting flesh filling the nostrils of any unlucky soul damned enough to smell it. In the midst of all this is the two producing such a ruckus in the first place. A pair of men locked in combat their cutlesses beaten and dulled from past experiences. A stocky black haired man with a thin wispy beard looking completely out of his element. His movements lack experience but make up for it in their efforts as each swing of the blade forcefully slams into his adversaries. The combatant in question being a man known simply as Robert the Red. Accented by an appropriately thick red mane of hair to his shoulders and bushy thick beard to match. Their faces couldn't be more contrasted as Robert nose was nearly caved into his own face, a large indented gash from the blade of a previous for marking the top of his head through his nose to his cheek. An obscene sight for any with weak wills or stomachs as whatever teeth he has left practically hung onto his gums for their lives. The man across from Robert merely being a merchant from a port off Spain's coast named Esteban. Unbeknownst to both men their skeletal doom inched closer from all angles, their feverish swings banging into each other's blade. "Give up, ye put up a great fight lad, but face it. There ain't be no way for you to make it out of this here cave alive. Even if ye manage to plunger yer blade into me still beating heart. Me crew will never stop hunting ye. Every waking moment of your life will be filled with feare, except for the last, where you'll experience the same thing all who come to blows with The Red's crew. The acceptance of death." Perhaps Robert may have been right if it weren't for the unfortunate fact his crew was being drowned and consumed by the beautiful voices that lured them with their songs. This most cursed island was home to the unnatural. Hence why it's treasure laid untouched for a millennium. The poor sailors dead or alive who washed ashore made up the now undead army that guarded it. Some made it to the island by mistake while others willfully looked for it. The island that held the ancient nectar of the Gods, ambrosia, left by Odysseus himself. Esteban's thick Spanish accent interjecting as Roberts words still rang in the air. "Give up now Robert? As I have you begging for me to end it? I think not Mr. Red. You came here in search of power only to feed the insatiable lust of greed in your blank soul. You do this because you have no one. I do this because I have someone, mi amor that you left on her death bed. Your crew beat her, used her, and tossed her aside like you have to countess people's across the European coasts. I will take great pride in piercing the blackened heart of you, you bastardo. When I'm finished with, and have taken what I came here for along with your life. I will be the hunter of your crew. Not a single pirate will escape my fiery wrath as I scorch the Earth killing them all. will wi-" His words cut short as rattle of human bones grew louder. A single haunting white face seen through the dull light of the lamps that lit the cave walls.