[ WP ] A Scary story set in the Golden Age of Piracy

It had not been long since the feared pirate, Sir Francis Drake had fired upon the Spaniard Colony of Rioacha. On his wake he had left a string of stately Spanish galleons, coming from the Isthmus, sunken in its path 
 
 Yet, amongst the diamonds, Emeralds, amythysts, Topazes, and cinnamon, and gold moidores, there was a single treasure that was pecular amongst them all. A handcrafted peace of wood by native hands, adorned with parrots feathers painted with pigments stracted from berries and tree barks. Had said the great Privateer `` from amongst all that lays in the loth of the Papist, here lies proof of the Spaniard lies, they that sought to spread christianity to a new kingdom, bring onwards to Europe the demon´s hand''. and so Sir Francis explained, that said hand was an indian idol, and to get rid of it would bring nothing but ill fortune to whomever dared, but that to keep it would be having the devil near and always present, `` for I have seen its fearful effect on battle, that it brings nothing but fooly, I pity those men'' 
 
 So the britsh came up with a scheme to undo their great missfortune, and loaded a ship with Gold, slaves and silver and set sail to Cuba, where they where sure the ship would be intercepted. And so it happened, and Don Francisco de Casas retook the treasure and thus said to the British captain of the aformentioned ship `` you bloody filibuster, see how smart thou plan was that thee had stolen from me and then walked right back into my hands''. And said British captain, was releived to hear that he would be taken to Havana at once, instead of having to spend another night with the coursed hand. 
 
 That evening while the spaniards slept the hand started to shine a light unto the deck, and from the mist, the fallen indian warriors descended from above and slayed all those on board. When the British found the ship 3 mornings sicne, they where witness to what there had happened, the poor bastard had hardly had a chance, the bravest ones making it a couple feet away from their beds, before being impaled by the merciless wariors, neither Spaniard nor Slave was spared. In a great hurry, they loaded all the silver back in to the ship, but when they hurried for the gold Sir Francis said `` leaveth with the hand, this is the tribute we should pay for our lives, by given them revenge and gold so they wont follow us'', and to this day, said abandonned galleon drifts somewhere north of Cuba, within the Bermudas and Florida. They say that those who come across it are destined great missfortune. 

