He yelled out in anger, throwing the thing in his hand across the room, it was his dagger. The one he had against Captain Pierces neck, how the fuck he get away from his grip?! “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck- FUCK.” He yelled, falling back into his chair in disappointment. His head falling into his hands.

Captain Pierce; A grave enemy of Captain Nark, actually, his top enemy. They wanted each other dead. But there’s one thing stopping each other from killing each other; they were equally matched. Each of their up and close fights ended with every punch, every swing, and stab getting blocked and countered. There were times William Nark would go back to his ship; The Black Skull with cuts and bruises, once a stab wound, but then again, he wasn’t killed. A war is over when the opponent is killed. Nark was not.

Jack Nickler heard his captain yelling, and things being thrown. He sighed before walking over his door, knocking “Captain? Are you ok?” He said simply. Quickly after Nark could be heard yelling for him to, in his words “get the fuck out or I will gut you like a fish and feed you to your family!” Well, Jack didn’t have any family, so he knew it wasn’t to take personal. He was taken in onto this ship after his parents was killed as a teen. He needed to make money somehow. And after all theses years, the young adult saw his captain like a father figure.

Nark stood up taking a deep breath and grabbing a bottle of whiskey; pouring some into his hip flask and taking a sip from the bottle before putting it down. He walked back to his door, the metal plates on the bottom of his shoes tapping loudly against the dark wooded floor. He moved the barrel which was pressed against his door to make sure no one got in while he was throwing a little tantrum and walked outside his office. Walking up the few steps to get to the top of the ship, the cold, windy air blew through his hair. Once his crew saw him, the started to internally freak the fuck out. “Stand at the face of your Captain.” He commanded, everyone followed.