"Noah and the H.S.S. Executioner
An Account of An Encounter"
"As Recorded By Privateer Fred.
This is a true tale of my experinces aboard the H.S.S. Executioner, under command of Captian Wild Rogue, particularly that of the Executioner's confrontation with a man of the name of Noah.
Lemme introduce meself. I'm Privateer Fred Fire-Eyes. I was the second mate on a pirate ship called the H.S.S. Executioner. She was a large vessel, a three-masted squarerigger, with twenty cannons and a set o' swivel guns. She was a beauty to behold, unless ye be on a merchant ship. Har. Thar was a crew of two hundred trusty pirates, all ferocious in battle. 'Er captain was Captian Wild Rogue, a pirate to his fir'y core. This was a man of iron if thar ever was on 'E stood about six an' a half feet tall, with arms tha' could bust a mast in half. Ye could na' look at his face withou' tremblin' in fear. 'E had eyes that seemed as dark as an icy coal. 'Is voice was a like the roar of an angry elephant. He was a dangerous raider, but 'e was on our side. Our territory was Mediterranean, and we were be quaffin' grog an' singin' shanties. Many a merchant vessel would be travelin' through, an' we was always on the hunt. 'Twas the ninth day of the third month, an' I have since forgotten the year, and the H.S.S. Executioner was piratin' around near that thar island Cyprus. We was headin' south of Cyprus, heavy from a great pillagin'. Thar was a Navy ship on our tail, but the blaggard was listin' badly from our cannon blasts. We was considerin' turnin' back ta finish the bucket off, but afore long the Navy ship was down in Davy Jones' Locker. We was figuring on headin' down ta the Nile an doin' some pillagin' down there, when we saw a colossal, misshapen contraption on the horizon. 'Twas 'bout noon-time, and sun was high, shinin' on this beast. We sailed innit's direction, thinkin' to see it closer up."
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