High above the island, smoke was towering to the Heavens. A fishing boat several miles out saw it, and began heading towards the island to find out what was going on.
After about four hours, Uvedin noticed a ship approaching the island. He trudged out towards it, examining it from the distance. It appeared to be a fishing boat with about fifteen men aboard. “Fishermen. At least they won’t put up a fight,” Uvedin said to himself while displaying much sadism in his voice.
The ship came ever closer, and Uvedin ran back about thirty feet and picked up one of the single sided axes. He stuck it in his belt behind him, but with his large overcoat over it so anyone looking at him from behind wouldn’t notice it. After about a minute of waiting the boat had reached the shore. It was made sloppily of pine logs and was covered in barnacles as well as mold. The ship was obviously not in good care.
“G’day, sir. An’ what would you be doin’ ou’ ‘ere, in the mi’l of a cannibal infested island?” the man asked with a sarcastic tone.
“I’m a pirate captain whose crewmates were attacked by natives. We wiped ‘em out, and they wiped out my crew of over a hundred,” Uvedin said with a grin as he watched the expressions on the men’s robust, unshaven faces. Uvedin slowly reached behind him, and placed his hand firmly on the axe hilt.
The men exchanged glances of confusion and disbelief when one of them said, “A’ight, sir, we don’t be wantin’ any funny business. We’ll leave the island, and we won’t cross paths again.”
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