Port Havre

The Shark's Teeth rode on the waves and the winds of the Caribbean carrying its two crew members. Paul gazed at the dozens of green and lush islands which he had never seen before as well as the hundreds of merchant vessels and other ships.

"Where are we heading?" Paul asked George as he worked his way around an old map with tools Paul had yet to learn how to use.

"Port Havre," George answered but still had his eyes fixed on the map and his tools.

"Why are we going there?" Paul asked again as he watched the islands go by.

"We're going to meet an old friend," George replied. Paul had only just realised that Paul had placed his map and tools over his folded flag together with a pendant with a heart on it.

"You okay," Paul asked as he saw George caring for the skull birthmark on his hand.

"Never been better," George replied, smiling though Paul could feel the pain and suffering in those eyes of his.

"And what were those demons you were talking about," Paul asked.

"You ask too much yer know that?" George said, again with a smile, "demons are creatures who take the form of either humans or animals, they have a power that can grant a person anything he desires but there is a price to pay of course."

George paused for a second to gather his knowledge and memories about demons before continuing.

"A person can summon demons or approach by one when a person is granted his wish after his death he will serve that demon on the mortal realm until he gets killed. If you want more power than you make sacrifices." George stopped by this point either because he had nothing else to say or the emotions which after seeing your family be used as a sacrifice for a demon. Paul felt sad as well as he saw his parents being brought up aboard one of Blackwell's ships.

"Here we are!" George exclaimed this time with a laugh, "let's go! Haha!"

Paul turned to find the ship heading straight for a cliff probably hundreds of metres tall."

"Master! That's not a port!" Paul exclaimed as he ran to the sails, George still sat behind those tools and maps and laughed, Paul thought he was either mad or knew something he doesn't.

Yet, Paul in decided to go with his instinct and rushed to the mast and in confusion and urgency completely forgotten what George had taught him so he manhandled the mast before giving up and holding the mast for dear life.

"aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" Paul screamed as he closed his eyes and yet George kept laughing.

He continued his scream for about another minute as the winds blew across his hair. A huge gust of wind suddenly blew across the boat but as it settled Paul heard the sound of bells and shouts of people and the sound of boats passing by.

"Port Havre! Never thought that I'll be back!" George said.

Paul slowly opened his eyes and got the most massive headache he had ever experienced.

"It really is a port!" Paul exclaimed as he laid his eyes on the port. It was built on a fairly large island with a fort on a small hill. The port had workshops, gun stores, dens and pubs as well as the dozens of ships, pirate ships.

"What?" Paul said ad he rubbed his eyes and gave himself a small slap on his face to see if he was not dreaming.

"This island is surrounded by a special spell so to others on the outside this island is just a big rock but if you enter then its Port Havre the largest pirate haven in the Caribbean," George said as he piloted the ship to the pier together with other vessels.

Paul looked up to the sky to realise that there were almost no bords except for a small black bird with white wings, the bird dropped a small red object which Paul caught in both of his hands. Paul studied the object and realised that it was a small orb the size of a small pebble. Paul kept the orb in his pocket thinking that it had little importance to George's quest.

The duo stepped out of the Shark's Teeth and made their way to a tavern called the Wave Zone. Paul noticed that a lot of people were staring at George as they walked past.

The tavern was small but not too small, in it, pirates were discussing trading or buying supplies while others traded stories of their adventures. As George pushed its doors open the tavern went silent and stared at the new arrivals.

"George?" a voice said.

"Charmer?" George said as he recognized the all too familiar voice.

A forty or so tall and handsome man stood up from his seat and walked towards George.

"George, it is you!" The man George called Charmer exclaimed as he punched George in the stomach.

"That's for leaving." Charmer said before hugging his old friend.

"And this is for returning." Charmer said again.

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"Blackwell did what! I am terribly sorry my friend." Charmer said apologetically as he offered George a drink but George pushed the drink away.

"What happened Charmer?" George asked the forty-year-old man.

"It happened after you left," Charmer began speaking, "Blackwell asked the demons for return power and strength to lead the fleet, he got it alright but the demons used him and corrupted his mind, whoever he is now he is not Blackwell. He said he wanted to rule the Caribbean and be the greatest pirate in history, he became mad and begun attacking towns and villages as well as old temples for sacrifices and riches. If you disobeyed him he would kill you. I took whoever and whatever I can and escaped here. Now we and thousands of others hide from his wrath."

"Can we defeat him," George asked.

"You're as mad as always. I know you want revenge, so do I. He killed dozens of our friends and crewmates but our fleet is too small now." Charmer said.

"Well then, we would have to find some allies then and I found one new member." George turned to Paul.

"Young, promising." Charmer said to George as he looked at Paul who was sitting beside George.

"But we need more." Charmer said again

"You did say that we had a fleet." George smiled.

"Of only a few schooners and two frigates! Blackwell's fleet has got more than a dozen frigates, brigs and schooners and a few Man-of-Wars.

"What about those allies you were talking about," George asked again, smiling.

"Stubborn as ever." Charmer said as he shook his head.