The Buccaneers Bay

[Wolfs Ghost]

The room was dark, as he preferred at this time of day.

Thomas Anderson was onboard the Leviathan, alone in his room. The ship was unusually quiet that day. In his hand he held his favorite pistol, the first item he had stolen since becoming a Buccaneer. A lot of great things have happened, and a lot of not so great things have happened since being in the Buccaneers. Heh, he even befriended a Bounty Hunter in his time of serving with Captain Morgan's crew onboard the Leviathan.

He seen people rise above the rest, and he's seen people thrown out of the airlock and keelhauled throw a jumphole. The thought still brought a smile to his, for once, sober face. He held the pistol carefully, turning it around and examining it in his hand, remembering his past experiences, and how he became the Captain of the Buccaneers, unopposed no-less, when Captain Morgan was captured. However, that had all slipped away in that small moment of glory, and plunder.

"We had a good run haven't we?" He said, seemingly talking to himself. "Good times tend t' end like this."

The Buccaneers weren't dead...but the golden days were over with, at least for now. He raised the pistol slowly to the side of his head, singing as he did. "With a yo ho ho...the Buccaneers sail Leeds, plunderin' your gold t' make the Cap'n smile with glee."

Then there was silence...a cold dead silence from within the room.

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