Rosemary Potter stood out on the main deck, staring out at the ship across the water. She had been with her crew chasing after "the Gentleman Pirate" for the majority of the day, and she was growing rather weary of the wild goose chase. She walked around in search for her crewmate and good friend Braham, finding him sitting atop the crows nest.

She climbed to the very top and smiled to the other gingerly, the silence between them remaining. Rosemary took in a breath of the sea air and looked to Braham with a bored expression on her face. "So, what's so special about this gentleman pirate bloke I've been hearing about?" She asked unenthusiasticly.

Braham shrugged, biting his lip before he spoke. "Dunno. Izzy found him, told the Captain 'bout it and he took a rather special interest in him."

"But the gentleman pirate? He doesn't sound like the kind of person the Captain would take interest in." She pursed her lips and thought, trying to wrap her brain around the fact of the matter. "Yeah, well I don't know what goes on in that old bastard's head anymore. All we can do right now is keep an eye on that ship."

"Will do." Rosemary perched on the edge of the top of the platform carefully and looked around the body of water, noticing that a neighboring ship came towards the other. She smacked Braham on his arm with the back of her hand, grabbing his attention. "Is that a Spanish naval ship across there?" She asked, slightly panicking.

Braham looked out and eyed the other ships closely, his focus on the one to the right. "Yes, I believe so." Rosemary took out a pocket telescope, pulled it out and peering into the lens, she saw a group of people boarding the other ship. She put the telescope up to Braham in full dire panic mode.

"We have to rescue them. They're gonna get killed!" She exclaimed frantically. "Have you gone completely mad? It's a suicide mission!"

"That may be, my friend. But you're only completely mad if you leave your fellow man behind. Come on!" She then proceeded to make her way down to the main deck and into the Captain's quarters with Braham following behind her willingly. The two of them made it to the Captain's quarters and swiftly entered the room, grabbing the attention of the bearded man who sat at the desk that occupied the room.

"Captain, they're in danger. A Spanish-"

"I'm aware. And I've got a plan." He stood from his place and walked across the room, standing beside Rosemary. She looked to him and listened, already anticipating the plan. "We tear these fuckers apart, and rescue the gentleman pirate. Braham, go inform the crew. And Rose. Be sure you give them hell, kiddo."

"Yes sir." Rosemary nodded and headed out to prepare for battle, Braham following right behind her. Soon, all hell will soon break loose, and there's no turning back.

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This was the end of the line for Stede Bonnet. There he stood atop of a barrel, bleeding from his stomach with a noose around his neck, the sweet relief of death fast approaching him. Tears streamed down his face agonizingly as he looked upon his crew, his eyes meeting with theirs. Stede's life flashed before his eyes. His family, his crew. He knew he had failed them. "I'm sorry..." He uttered, his eyes going to the floor.

"Any last words?"

A crewmate glared upon their captain and didn't hesitate to speak out. "You're the worst fucking pirate captain in history."

Stede nodded slightly, agreeing with his crewmate's words. After a moment of silence, he spoke out, his mouth dry from exhaustion. "I deserve that..." Was all he could manage to say. Closing his eyes, he accepted that this was his last moment. He will be remembered as a rich, cowardice pansy.

Time moved slow for the gentleman pirate. Just as he was accepting death, the sound of chaos ensued in the background. Canons were being fired and Stede was in a panic. The barrel beneath his feet was kicked by a panicking member of the opposing crew. He hung there helplessly, his life flashing before his eyes.

Time had gotten slower and agonizing the few seconds he was hanging, his breath getting shorter and shorter. He was on his last leg until he was freed, hearing the faint sound of a swing from a sword and he was cut down from the rope. He fell flat on his back and as he was gasping for air, he heard the faint sound of footsteps and saw a shadowy figure walk over to him. His vision was hazy, but he could make out what the figure looked like: a tall, long haired leather bound man who stood over him ominously.

The gentleman pirate, I presume.

You've heard of me?

Oh, yes, I've heard of you. I've heard all about you....