They sailed around the bend of the isle, branches hanging low, laden hundreds of bright green leaves, the lush, verdant life of the forest blocking his view until the town came into view. Ahead was Charlestown, capitol of the Isle of Nevis. Captain Alex Bender, the infamous pirate, let a wicked smile creep over his face as he looked at the sleepy port town. Glancing to the right, just south of the town and a little up a hill was the small Fort Charles, the source of most of the defense of the town, and most of the island. Such defenses would not be enough to repel his fleet.
He was almost tempted to just turn the ship around right then and there, but seeing a few other ships that could be hiding additional troops or defenses which could turn an otherwise simple pillaging raid into a much more bloody incident. He had slowly built up his fleet of pirate ships and crew of over two hundred men, not by being bold or impatient, but by being clever, dangerous, and choosy.
Turning back to look at the commander of the Gilded Wake, a brigantine, which doubled as one of the warships he used in his fleet, and the ship he used to sneak into ports. Shouting across the ship, he told the commander to bring the ship in. Saluting in reply to the order, he began signaling to his crew to prepare to dock.
They slipped into an open spot on one of the piers, and as soon as the ship was secured, he leapt from the side down onto the jetty, the wood creaking as he impacted. Standing to his full height he was around five foot, ten inches tall, not a giant by any means, but he found that he was taller than most he knew. Wearing a long brown leather coat, various accouterments hanging from it, a pair of trousers, the hems tucked into his leather boots, his shirt buttoned up half way, his tightly muscled physique from years spent sailing clearly visible. Reaching up he ran his hand through his long blond hear,kept light from days spent in the sun. Unlike many pirates, he kept his hair free of snarls and tangles, as he loved to feel the sea breeze blowing through it. His face was thin, a bit weathered from the years and tanned to a light brown which contrasted sharply with his bright blue eyes which glanced around, seeing who, if anyone, was coming to investigate the newly berthed ship. After a few moments he reached up, stroking his reddish-blond goatee, the only hair on his face and began strolling up toward the coastal town, hoping to see plenty of traders making the place ripe for the plunder.
He was almost tempted to just turn the ship around right then and there, but seeing a few other ships that could be hiding additional troops or defenses which could turn an otherwise simple pillaging raid into a much more bloody incident. He had slowly built up his fleet of pirate ships and crew of over two hundred men, not by being bold or impatient, but by being clever, dangerous, and choosy.
Turning back to look at the commander of the Gilded Wake, a brigantine, which doubled as one of the warships he used in his fleet, and the ship he used to sneak into ports. Shouting across the ship, he told the commander to bring the ship in. Saluting in reply to the order, he began signaling to his crew to prepare to dock.
They slipped into an open spot on one of the piers, and as soon as the ship was secured, he leapt from the side down onto the jetty, the wood creaking as he impacted. Standing to his full height he was around five foot, ten inches tall, not a giant by any means, but he found that he was taller than most he knew. Wearing a long brown leather coat, various accouterments hanging from it, a pair of trousers, the hems tucked into his leather boots, his shirt buttoned up half way, his tightly muscled physique from years spent sailing clearly visible. Reaching up he ran his hand through his long blond hear,kept light from days spent in the sun. Unlike many pirates, he kept his hair free of snarls and tangles, as he loved to feel the sea breeze blowing through it. His face was thin, a bit weathered from the years and tanned to a light brown which contrasted sharply with his bright blue eyes which glanced around, seeing who, if anyone, was coming to investigate the newly berthed ship. After a few moments he reached up, stroking his reddish-blond goatee, the only hair on his face and began strolling up toward the coastal town, hoping to see plenty of traders making the place ripe for the plunder.