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The Pirate Solstice:
There is tale around the Galbin Coast,
Of a black ship that appeared on the Winter Solstice.
It arrived at a town near Bismarch,
Struck heavily by famine and crop plagues.
The ship drifted silently upon the ocean currents,
Not a creak nor groan could be heard from its frame.
It docked at the port like an ominous reaper's vessel;
A metallic boarding ramp - much like a daemon's tongue -
Slithered slowly from its deck to meet with wooden jetty.
The crew descended, wearing black cloaks and black hats,
Fedoras, I believe they were called.
These figures made little noise as they moved,
walking slowly, silently and solemnly,
Carrying huge rucksacks upon their backs.
One by one, they dispersed throughout the town,
They went from house to house, distributing food,
Gifts and other things of the like.
For the first time in a long while,
The town was filled with laughter and joy.
Children actually giggled and smiled,
While adults breathed a sighs of relief and ease.
Yet, throughout all of this, the figures remained silent.
They spoke to no one, save to explain their gifts,
They entertained the queries of wide-eyed children,
In a formal manner; curt without being rude.
Perhaps it was their law not to involve themselves with people,
Perhaps it was simply their personal credo of silence.
Regardless, we were thankful, even if they didn't speak.
For their actions spoke far louder than any word we'd ever read.
And just like that, as mysteriously as they appeared,
They vanished, once all their work had been completed.
Their silent ship, cast off from port without wind.
It even sailed against the current, like an ethereal ghost.
They left nothing of themselves behind, not even a tiny murmur of their names.
But the people of Port Loch would never forget their saviours, even to this day.
Hence, in their town, the Winter Solstice was renamed 'The Pirate Solstice'.
And small model ships would be set sail each year, all bearing the name
Of that mysterious black ship; captured from afar before the ship disappeared.
'Il Padre del Sangue, The Father of Blood...'
-Chen Yuan Wen, 31st December 2012
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glad to have you back
-Erik, the thousand swordmaster of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchenplz:
Also, I wish you a
Sorry if this message seems a little weak. I've kinda hit a writing slump.