Round 5 Mafia Hit - All is Fair...

Stories told of a brave Viking lord whose beard
was gold and red. To him, the wise king gave a
ship. For many years he had great adventures and
brought many treasures back to the king and his
people.

Time passed and he became proud and boastful.
He could often be heard mocking the gods of sea
and sky. No wave or sea creature could best him,
he would say. Angered by his hubris, the gods
made a plan.

On a moonless night, when all was dark and still,
The sea hid a secret. Gone from sight were the
rocks and reef that had been laid in his path.
Upon this barrier the vessel did crash. Some say,
that the Viking lord died still mocking the gods
for besting him.


That old story was the clue to their next destination. Many of the crew had their own versions of the tale.
The only certain in the tale was that the ship still exists. Every sailor knows of the remains of a Viking ship that warn of the treachery below. That was the clue, so that was where the Captain and the crew would go.

After a day and night’s journey, they had come to the end. The Captain ordered the crew to drop anchor a safe distance away. There was no sense in sharing the same fate as the Viking ship. Acting on command, the crew prepared a small row boat so that the Captain and a few other could go on excursion to the wreckage.

Upon reaching the remains, the Captain climb out of the boat to stand on the once sturdy vessel. The few men who accompanied their leader, offered suggestions from their own tiny vessel. It was unwise for too many to walk the wreckage at the same time. The Captain examined every carving etched into the wood. The Captain was so intent on deciphering this clue that the approaching enemy went unnoticed until it was too late.

A boarding party had been dispatched to the waiting ship. Captain and crew tried to return to their ship, but the sea and time were against them. They watched in dismay as their home was captured. Insult to injury this day was like sea salt in the wound. The black hearted victors turned their own cannons against them. The Captain managed to jump from the boat before it has hit. The others were not so lucky.

Swimming back to the wreck, the Captain could only watch in horror as the flag was lowered. Flying in it’s place was a white field with a single black spot. All anyone could do in this position was watch as the ship sailed away without her captain. The Captain’s flag had been tossed into the sea. Whether by cruelty or pity, the sea returned it to the figure waiting on the wreckage.

To be continued….