Thanks everyone for your input on whether I should start a new thread for this! Thank you, Petpet, for letting me put all the story at the beginning so that it isn't broken up!
A Story of Battling Skullduggery’s Most Dangerous Foe
Written and Edited by B.H.,
Commonly known as “Busy Seagull!”
This story is dedicated to “Petpet,” who interested me writing this,
And to everyone on the Poptropica Secrets Crew.
~ Captain Busy Seagull! ~
Chapter One: Crawfish’s Revenge and the New Quest
Chapter Two: The Furtive Trap of Captain Crawfish
Chapter Three: The Most Perilous Tempest
Chapter Four: The Governour and the Robbery
Chapter Five: A New Warship at Long-Last
Chapter Six: The Final Battle
Crawfish’s Revenge and the New Quest
___“Ease the rudder! Steady as you go! Furl the sail!” Captain Busy Seagull! shouted out more orders as the crew made the ship ready to anchour in port. “Get out all lines!” (1)
___“Clear for running, sir!” shipmate Anchorman called.
___“Very well, let go!” With that order from Busy Seagull! the anchour splashed into the water and the ship soon came to a standstill. The gangplank was run out, and, after the ship was secured, the crew filed onto the dock. “Men, you have done well. Our archenemy has been defeated, and the Skullduggery Archipelago finally may have peace. We shall continue scouring the seas for pirates and villains, but at last our homeland is safe from the ravaging of Crawfish.”
___Cheers rose from the exuberant crew.
___“Turn over our prisoners to the fort’s garrison until the governor decides what to do with them. After that, you may return home until called again. Thank you for your good work, men!” With that, Busy Seagull! turned to find a meal at a tavern, when he was hailed by one of his friends.
___“Hey Busy! Over here!”
___Turning around, Busy Seagull! saw his friend Petpet, the owner of the Ridley Gazette. “Good day! How are you on this grand day?”
___“Doing well, of course. I want to talk to you about your recent adventure, and maybe put some of it into my newspaper. How about it?”
___“Hmmm. Well if have to talk, then let us go over to Ridley Tavern and talk about it over dinner. I haven’t eaten since this morning.”
___Thirty-five minutes later, as they were seated inside the tavern, both of them finishing their dinner with a berry tart, Petpet dug out a notebook and asked, “Okay, now can you tell me about your adventure?”
___Accordingly, Busy Seagull! pushed aside his plate, and launched into his story:
___It had been seven years since I had received my privateer’s commission (2) from our current governour, Roland that is, and had followed Gov. Ridley’s letter and map in the year of our Lord one-thousand, seven-hundred and sixty-one to destroy Captain Crawfish. Seven years of peace, reconstruction, and prosperity had rested upon the Skullduggery Archipelago of Poptropica’s Caribbean. One day, the twenty-fourth of May of 1768, after a week of ridding the waters of scurvy seadogs, I had come sailing back to Fort Ridley in my warship, the Phœnix, to find dismay, chaos, and mayhem. Crawfish had come back. He had plundered our island. He had had his vengeance. Worst of all, he kidnapped our beloved Governour Roland. The sword had been unsheathed. I had been ready to sail right out to sea again, but the citizens of Fort Ridley had stopped me from doing so. I remember what they had said as if it were just yesterday that they had said it...
___“Two days ago, Crawfish attacked, and we saw his ship. Although you sank his ship seven years ago, he has fabricated a new ship—stronger, faster, and bigger than the other,” they said. “You should see it! His guns now outnumber yours! You know his old ship was a fourth rate ship of 60 guns. Well, his new ship is a first rate, having a total of 100 guns! Your ship is only third rate with 74 guns. Yet that is not the worst news. Captain Crawfish has forty-five 42 lb. guns (3) to disable his enemies from far away, thirty-five 30 lb. guns, and fourteen carronades, each able to shoot a 68 lb ball that will shred any ship at close range! (4) His other six guns are lightweight 12 lb. guns, mounted on the deck in order to sweep the opposing enemy’s deck clear of foe. Being a bigger ship, it has more crewmembers, and if, miraculously, you were to survive long enough to grapple with him, you would be crushed like a fly! Obviously, you will need to get a better ship to survive!”
___Reluctantly, I agreed. It would not benefit anyone if I were destroyed in the first onslaught. Therefore, I decided then that I would set out the next day to begin trading in order to raise money, so that I could buy a more powerful warship and hire more crew. I sent messengers to the other islands, along with one of my gunners, each gunner to supervise an island’s garrison, and the messenger to tell the soldiery of those islands to man the forts and practice daily, in order to drive off Crawfish if he attacked. That done, I headed to the home of Mr. Perch, whose home I regularly attended for dinner before retiring to mine own. As they so often did before, his children pressed around me after diner, asking that I recount my story of how I lent my sword to the cause of defeating Captain Crawfish to them again.
___“But you’ve heard it dozens of times before,” I objected.
___“That does not matter, tell it to us again.”
___“Very well, where shall I start? With Crawfish’s raid—that is, first raid—on Fort Ridley?” I was teasing them because I already knew the answer, but I did have to get used to the fact that it was no longer Crawfish’s only attack that I was recounting. I hoped that someday I would be able to also tell of his second defeat, but I did not even know if I could defeat him a second time.
___They sat solemnly for a few moments, thinking upon the recent event, but finally answered, “No, start from the beginning…the very beginning.”
___“All right then:
___“My father was Great Seagull!, who, in his great warship, the Albatross, gave battle to the terrible Captain Tarbeard, who had ‘plundered our seas, ravaged our coasts, burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.’ (5) In fact, this sword that I carry is the very same one my father used to defeat Captain Tarbeard. It is a naval cutlass, specially designed for my Father, who was particular about details—as I am. It is made of the strongest steel, and its razour-sharp blade has never failed me yet. We were named ‘Seagull!’ because of our sea-worthy reputation of looking for our next fight against evil, just as seagulls continually look for their next meal. The exclamation mark is present in order to show our aptitude for doing so. My mother was Blue Turtle, descended from the noble Turtle family, who were noted for their wisdom, and were always teaching the community. Most of my life was uneventful: I studied the history of the archipelago and world history, math and science, language and government, although what I truly enjoyed were the swordsmanship lessons my father drilled into me. He also taught me battle tactics, how to command a ship, and to navigate, as well as everything else that is needed on shipboard, port to starboard, bow to stern, main topmast to hull. All of that was to change, however. A smallpox epidemic swept the fort, and I was one of the fortunate few who survived. My father and mother did not. Gov. Ridley also met his demise because of that epidemic. However, before my mother passed on, she placed into my possession two intricately engraved silver pistols with black walnut handles and a finely woven red sash. As she placed them into my hands, she told me,
___“‘Take care of these new pistols. Use them not for harm, but for justice. Draw them only with wisdom, for they carry not a great range, nor accuracy (6), and are not swiftly reloaded in battle. Yet, on some occasion, at close range, they may save your life when the sword is useless against another pistol. Choose well when to use them Busy Seagull!. Wear them proudly in this red sash. Its red colour will represent your valour, and since certain military officers wear the sash, it will represent also your command of your ship.’ From that point on, I was the commander of the Albatross.
___“Without my father patrolling the high seas, one fearless individual began plotting a way to gain great wealth. His name—Captain Crawfish. Working in secret at Pirate Outpost, Crawfish built his own ship. It was a fourth rate warship, but he needed not a bigger one. There were no warships to challenge him, except for my father’s. Soon Captain Crawfish was ready. He quickly set out. He wrecked destruction. Easily he took the plunder he wanted from the islands of the archipelago and left burnt homes and ruined forts in his wake.