How Chris Swordbones Became a Cannibal

This is a short story, written by User:John Breasly on how Hermit became the cannibal he is today.

Chapter 1: Leaving Port
Everything is normal in Tortuga, this fine afternoon. The wenches are getting ready for a night at the tavern, hearty swashbucklers are nicking goods from passing carts, and the merchants are just starting to close up their stands. Crews are getting ready for a night of plundering.... especially the crew of the one known as the Hermit.

"Can you believe we're working for him?" squealed a young buccaneer excitedly. "Aye! I cannot wait to be a crewmember of the Black Demon!" cried his companion. Suddenly, the door blew open. An extremely buff black man, with a black bandana, and a loose, cut-up shirt entered. "I wouldn't be speakin' that name too loudly, mate," said Captain Swordbones, "It often attracts unwanted friends." The crew in the King's Arm got very quiet. "That's what I thought," Swordbones chuckled. "Now," Swordbones began, "A few rules before you become me crew members. One: No touchin' the loot until I've decided we're touchin' it.  Two:  I am to be called 'Captain' 'Captain Swordbones' or 'The Hermit'.  Three: Any mutineers can expect-"  Suddenly a sword ripped through the Hermit's body, going straight through his heart. Swordbones did not flinch, but merely turned around, punched the man in the face so hard he fell to the ground, drew his pistol, and then shot the man. He pulled the blade from his chest, and dropped it on the ground. "-death of the most unruling degree," finished Captain Swordbones.