the dead mans tale sailed through the waters silently, her sails full of the salty winds and her crew as excited as ever, there movments full of laughter and good thoughts of the day. the captain of the code however, was in dire straights with the reciaving of a messege from his bonnie lass at there last stop at the port le agustovich. 

"my dearest captain, 

this messege must come as no surprise to you that we have parted ways. for our love was nothing more then a spark that lit the cannons of our parting. i have found another, a man of respectable values, a man who can stay on his feet with out the aid of cutlass or rum or the roar of the ocean in his ears. a man who is not a pirate. who is not a thief of purses or of others hearts. 

enclosed is the ring you once gave me fourty years ago this very day, may you find happiness in the ocean, the words of your crew, and the winds passing through the codes sails. 

goodbye and good luck captain, 
no longer yours any more, 
your bonnie lass." 

the captain full of grief and sadness for the loss of his love, raged and ranted at his firstmate, a boy of seventeen years of age. "OUR NEW HEADING IS SOUTH OF OUR CURRENT POSITION! I WANT EVERY SCURY DOG ON THIS WRECK TO FIND OUR NEXT PILLAGE!" the first mate, shaking in his boots, ran outside to spread the new orders around about the messege of the captains depression. the crew, all seventeen loyal to him till thier journeys to davey jones locker, did as they were told. 

they came across a fleet of not more the five english and french ships, all armed to the teeth with cannons, harpoons, guns, and sharpshooters. "READY THE CANNONS!" the captain shouted at the wheel at the top of his lungs. the crew did as they were told. "FLY THE BLACK FLAG!" they flew pirate colors in fashion. "weigh starboard anchor and fire when ready..."