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

The ship swayed across the waves in a comfortable, rhythmic motion. He let his weary eyes flutter close for a second, then tried to focus his attention back on the droning talk of the captain. Something about how since he was the captain that he deserved 80 % of the profits... or something. Late night drinking with the rest of the crew had left him with a storm of a headache, but he was proud of it. He did n't get drunk over some cheap rum found in some three hundred year old tomb, he got drunk over fine French wine. The captain sudden outburst of angry gibberish snapped him out of his daze. Panic leapt through his brain, but was quickly replaced with relief when he realized the yelling was n't focused on him; it was focused on Barnacles, the first mate. Barnacles bit back with some remark that he could n't make out. This only seemed to anger the captain more, because he began to yell like never before. Barnacles' hand gripped hard against the elegantly carved wood on his chair then he flipped it backwards and stormed out of the ship. It was as if they were talking underwater, he just could n't make anything out. The captain recomposed himself and calmed his speech, then continued on probably about the money. He sat there for a couple more minutes, his head eating away at him. When it became to much he mumbled something even he could n't hear about not feeling well and exited the ship also. It felt good to be out of the stuffy air inside and into the cool crisp air out. He felt his senses began to clear and turned his head upwards towards the heavens. The sky was gray and the sun obscured by the clouds, however he quite liked this type of weather. Waves were crashing against the boat, but the ocean seemed relatively clear. Then something hit him, where the hell was Barnacles? Could he have fallen overboard? He urgently ripped the door open and was greeted by the silent, curious eyes of his ship mates. 
 
 `` Where is Barnacles?!'' He desperately cried into the crowd of faces. 
 
 He was greeted by blank stares and empty faces. The captain furrowed his brow in concentration. 
 
 `` Barnacles? Barnacles has been dead for ten years.'' 
 
 He felt himself pale and the blood leave his face. Dead. For ten years? Darkness crawled across his vision then finally embraced him.
