[ WP ] You are the captain of a ship in the 1600 's and for the past 4 hours a pirate ship has been mercilessly gaining on you- Their first cannon just fired .

Ahhh Haaaa, it ’ s about God Damn time! I was so tired of running. 
 This crew really has no sense of adventure, no love of danger. 
 The sound of that shot was the best that ever happened to me. 
 Now I feel I no longer have to hide. The *Jekyll* has to turn. 
 
 As I walk out onto the deck the fresh air invigorates me to no end. More so than usual I can feel the spirit of the sea. 
 All I see around me are the scared faces of those who have already accepted their fate. 
 These small, insignificant, crewmen don ’ t understand the gift that these pirates have given us. 
 Death catches all of us eventually, now we will have a glorious one. 
 
 I take one deep breath and slowly feel my consciousness fade within. I can feel the vicious instinct taking grasp. 
 I slowly step further out onto the deck, each step propelling my descent into that derelict disposition that is terrifying temperamental. 
 
 The crew needs to be properly motivated… they need to be prepared to die to take pleasure in this impending defeat. 
 I look around at the chaos. The screaming. The crying. It makes me sick. I load my pistol and take out my compass. 
 I order the nearest crewman to hold up the compass to his chest and I fire. The compass shatters, and I am free. 
 
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