During the day, the Queen Anne’s Revenge was sailing gracefully through the ocean waves, her sails full of the Caribbean breeze. I was standing at the helm, my black hair moving in the breeze, steering the ship to her destined port of Port-Au-Prince in Haiti. Rachel walked up the stairs and came to my side. “Beautiful day, don’t ye think?” she asked. “Aye, that it be.” I said. The crew were at their stations, working and keeping the ship in good shape. “Sir,” said my second mate, “there’s a fog bank just a few clicks off the starboard side…and we got company!” He pointed behind us, showing a warship of the EITC, a frigate of familiarity. The HMS Interceptor. I then turned us hard to starboard into the fog bank. “Hold on, boys,” I said, “we’re going to have to sail blind for a few minutes.”
Meanwhile on board the Interceptor, the crew pointed to the Queen Anne, noticing that she was disappearing into the fog bank. “Shall we pursue, sir?” asked the first mate. The captain shook his head. “She’s as good as lost,” he said, “besides the ship that sails in that fog will get her first.” The first mate looked gravely to him. “The ship with black sails, sir?” he asked. “Aye. The ship with black sails.”
Back on the Queen Anne, we were all quiet, listening for the frigate. There was no sound of it following us. “Well,” I said to the crew, “I think we lost her.” The crew then cheered in victory. The fog actually cleared, but only the water could be seen. “How long do ye think this’ll be before we’ll be out of here?” asked my second mate. “I don’t know.” I said to him. Suddenly, I began hearing something moving through the water. “Quiet!” I said to the crew. Silence then filled the air, but there was the sound again. “What is it, Jason?” Rachel asked. “We’re not alone.” I asked looking around. Suddenly, there was the black silhouette of a ship, sailing behind us. “We’re not alone indeed, sir.” Said my second mate, pointing to the mysterious ship. The ship was that of a merchant ship called an East Indiaman, a type of ship used by the EITC in the Indian Ocean as primary merchant ships, only this one had shredded black sails, a black hull, and a figurehead of an angel with an outstretched arm holding a dove taking flight. “This is definitely no ordinary ship.” I said looking at the strange ship, that was still following us. “A ghost ship sir?” asked my first mate. “No,” I said. “ a pirate ship, just like ours.” The ship’s sails began flexing outward, showing that she was getting more wind. The mystery ship began gaining speed, heading right for us. “All hands,” I began saying, “get to your guns and get to loading! GET CRACKING!!!” The crew began going to the guns and loading and priming them for and attack against this ship. The black ship began turning, showing her armament of 16 guns on her port side. “GET DOWN!” I shouted. The ship fired her port side battery, damaging the Queen Anne’s stern gallery. “You’ll pay for that you mongrels!” I shouted to the ship as it disappeared into the fog. There was silence again. “Where did she go?” asked Rachel. “I don’t know.  Suddenly, two shots came out of nowhere, hitting the starboard side of the Queen Anne. “FIRE!” I shouted to the starboard gunners. They answered with the booming of the starboard cannons of the Queen Anne, cannonballs whizzing into the fog, hitting the invisible ship hiding in the fog. The ship then slowly apparated as it appeared from its cloudy shroud, revealing a merchant ship with three masts, black sails beating with wind. The crew of the ship were regular pirates, shouting trying to intimidate us. “FIRE ALL!” I heard the captain of the black ship say in a rough voice. The sixteen cannons then fired into the starboard side of the Queen Anne, taking out a few of the cannons. I then drew my sword, pointing it at the mystery ship, making the ropes come alive and entangle the ship’s crew and captain. But the gunners inside the ship were not affected, unleashing another blast that made me drop the sword, the ropes re rigging themselves and releasing the crew. “You’ll come across the Pearl again, and you’ll be in the Locker when ye do!” shouted the captain. The ship then turned back into the white mist, slowly disappearing from sight. “The Pearl?” I asked. “I guess that’s the name of the ship.” said Rachel. We then kept watch for the black ship in case it attacked us again until we eventually were released from the foggy cover.
Later that night, we reached port. I went ashore and into the Lighthouse tavern, getting me a mug of rum. An old mariner sat next to me at the bar, sipping on a bottle of whiskey. “Hey there, Old Timer.” I said to him catching his attention. “Do you know anything about a ship with black sails?” I asked. His eyes then widened. “You mean the Black Pearl?” he asked me. “You know of the ship?” I asked him. He nodded. “Only that she’s a ship that many never escape from. She has a black hull, shredded black sails, and a figurehead of an angel with…” “…a dove taking flight from her hand.” I finished for him. “Ye came across her?” he asked. “More like did battle with her.” I said. “Ye be lucky to have gotten away from her with yer ship, crew, and even yer own skin.” he said smiling. “How do you know of the ship?” I asked him. “I saw her in a fog bank when I was fishing one day, a frightening ship she is.” he said. “I encountered her in a fog bank.” I said. “well, she has been known to have a trail of fog follow her everywhere, a tactic in scaring her opponents I’m guessing.” he said. I nodded. “Well it was nice having a little chat, and giving me some information on this ship.” I said to him, shaking his hand. “No problem,” he said, “just from one pirate to another.” He smiled.
I then left the bar, going back to the anchored Queen Anne’s Revenge, going to bed. I now know of another ship that I needed to avoid. A ship called the Black Pearl.