User:Jack Pistol/Z-Story1

Part 1 - The Raid 

I, Jack Pistol, was born on Isla Patros, a small island of outlaws and free traders in the Caribbean. My parents were both outlaws, but of good nature and good hearts. I grew up on the island and became accustomed with the ways of outlaws and it made a strong character of me.

At age ten I was stolen from the island in a raid by the Royal Marines of Port Fraggue. They came to the island wearing their uniforms of onyx-black boots, close-fit white breeches, belts assorted neatly with various weapons, navy-blue waistcoats, white cotton shirts, the traditional redcoats and large black tricornes. The only thing in their uniform separating them from the Royal British Navy was the navy-blue waistcoats instead of the white and the trimmings of the coats, sleeves and the tricornes were navy-blue and not white.

They arrived around the time wealthy folk would eat brunch in three ships. The first, being the flagship no doubt, was a heavy war frigate, having an extra gun-deck built in and higher masts with an extra topsail on each. The second was a frigate, which had the words “Jameson’s Pride” painted neatly on the stern. The third was a war galleon, which had very few men abroad and hung back during the initial cannon fire.

Once the cannons had been exercised, dinghies were dropped into the unsettled harbor waters and the marines rowed them to our shores. When they landed they finished up what the cannons had started. Their actions and strategies were very odd, they killed only any townspeople who attacked them first, and many of them were rounding up youngsters, me included. We were taken back to their ships and by the time they had made their way out the harbor, very little blood and lifeless bodies were left scattered.

Most of the children and young adults were taken and we were told it was an “act of kindness to save us from a life of villainy”. We were taken to Port Fraggue, a British port, where we were schooled and taught various trades. My upbringing around outlaws had toughened me so I soon made peace with the act of injustice and settled down on the island.

Not wanting to use my real name, which I since then have never revealed, I took Jack as my first name and left it to the imagination of my neighbors what my surname was. I later adopted Pistol as my surname after it became my nickname for my amazing accuracy and skill of use with the weapon.