The Black Sails

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ID: Vilkas
Location: Etna base, omicron eta
Subject: Black Sails

After OPG fall it was hard to make a living agian. The band was in comeplete chaos. So was I. One night Grimly found me drinking my self of in one of the Cadiz bar. Heh, one bottle was already rolling down the table. Half of another was yet to be finished. Heh, I dont know what force he used till now, but he managed to gather last pieces of consciousness which was not sinked in the rum to tell me that.. that we going to survive. I left Cadiz that night. A painful view. Even more painful to realize, that I was bouncing in the asteroids. In such shape.. to make such desicion... shame.

Anyhow, soon afterwards I realized the situation. I realized that those outcats couldnt finish us. Neither those filthy miners. Neither this will be the ending. For those who sleeps, sits in corner, flies alone trubbeled by memories of once great guild, or think to end up like me then I was in the same place driking myself to death. Snap out of it. We are going to survive. Under the Black Flag. We are most fearsome pirates, no-one ever was able to smash it. Thats why we shouldnt do it ourselves. Perhaps we wont achieve the greatness the guil achieved, but we are worthy of much more than die like worms feeded to fish or like rats in sinking boat.

We wont end up so easily, the spirit lives on.

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Omega Pirates Guild

History of OPG | Antonio "Vilkas" Devivar