What If: The Death of Captain Shadow Sail

Prologue
Midnight had fallen, and the beginning of yet another year had arrived. Shadow and some of his friends, John, Cortez, the prince of Italy, and Basil Bridgebain were in the wine cellar celebrating the new year. All in happy spirits, all having a good time, but what the three did not know was the extreme misfortune that was about to come upon them.

Chapter One - The Disturbance
As Shadow popped open a bottle of his finest rum for some of his finest friends, the three talked about the new year. "Aye, hopefully this year will be better then the last?" said Cortez hopefully.

"I have my doubts, Italy's economy is a fragile piece that many other countries seem to like to mess with," exclaimed Shadow.

"I'll shot throw a bottle of rum at their face and they will be.... what was I saying again?" said Basil... he was half drunk from the 10 or so glasses of rum he consumed.

"All I'm saying is it can't get much worse then last year, Shadow... it really can't." Cortez was referring to many pirates attempting to ruin Italy all together... from grenades, to swords, to blood fights, they found a way to keep Shadow up at night. As Shadow persuaded Cortez that they must not let their guard down, Shaodw received a letter addressed to "Captain" Shadow Sail.... all letters were always made out to "King" Shadow Sail, in fact, it was considered very rude to refer to him as "Captain".

"Sir... there was a letter addressed to your informal name. You might want to see this...." said Stormwalker. The letter read:

Captian Shadow,

''You don't need to know who I am, nor what I am here for. But, I am telling you vidal information. An unknown country is planning to bomb Italy. I happened to come across the plans, which involves 1,700 grenades. If you don't understand the nature of this, let me spell it out. This attack could ruin Italy... all of it. If you want to save it, meet me at Port Royal, the Caribbean.''

~ My name is not important

Stunned, Shadow showed his 3 friends.

"Its a scam most likely, don't let it ruin your new years," said Cortez.

"WHAT? Grenades?!  I like grenades!!!!!" and with that, Basil, still drunk, took out his grenade pouch and blew up the wine cellar.