Speaker 1: Captain Coy Mulligan, a name like storm with a piglet
tap and a heart still warm. Seven seas whispered tales
of his mind. In shadows and cannon fire, He rule.
Speaker 2: The NIGHTE.
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Underground Artist Network presents the continuing adventures of Captain Corey Mulligan.
Captain Corey Mulligan Snake Curse. The afternoon sun beat down
on the Sandy Beach, turning the grains into a shimmering
carpet of gold. Ten year old Corey Mulligan, his red
hair of fiery halo, bolted past a cluster of sun bathers,
his laughter echoing as he dodged behind a weathered palm.
Speaker 4: You're too slow, Jonathan.
Speaker 3: He yelled, his voice laced with the joy of a
childhood game. Jonathan, a lanky boy with a mop of
brown hair, was close on his heels, his breath coming
in ragged gasps. They were in the thick of their
favorite game, a wild, free for all pursuit that always
left them breathless and grinning. It was then mid stride
that Corey's eyes caught something on the horizon, a flicker
of white against the endless blue, growing larger with impossible speed.
It wasn't just any ship. It was a galleon, its
sails billowing like proud wings, a flag with a skull
and crossbones, snapping defiantly in the breeze. A pirate ship.
And not just any pirate ship. This one was dropping
anchor perilously close to shore, its crew spilling onto the beach,
A boisterous throng of revelers, already lost in the lively
chatter and clinking tankards of the local tavern. Jonathan catching up,
skidded to a halt, his eyes widening in unison with Cory's. Whoa,
he breathed, look at Dant. The pirates were clearly distracted,
their attention wholly consumed by the food and drink laid
out on long tables, their swords and pistols carelessly leaning
against beryls. A mischievous glint sparked in Corey's eyes, a familiar,
daring idea taking root. Jonathan, He whispered, a grin spreading
across his face.
Speaker 4: Imagine what treasures they might have on board, and with
all of them down there.
Speaker 3: The allure of hidden treasure was too potent to resist.
With a shared unspoken understanding, the two boys crept towards
the water's edge, their game of tag utterly forgotten. They
found a small, unoccupied dinghy bobbing near the shore, and
with trembling hands, paddled with all their might towards the
looming pirate vessel. The climb aboard was a scramble, their
small hands finding purchase on the rough hewn wood of
the hull. Once on deck, the sheer scale of the
ship was awe inspiring. The scent of salt, tar and
something vaguely unpleasant, filling the air. They moved like shadows,
their sneakers silent on the wooden planks, darting behind barrels
in coiled ropes. The sounds of revelry drifted up from
the beach, a muffled symphony that assured them of their solitude.
But as they crept towards the captain's cabin, a gruff
cough shattered the quiet. Standing near a large treasure chest,
a grizzled pirate with a bandanna tied around his head,
a patch over one eye, and a rather formidable cutlass
in his hand, was staring right at them. He let
out a bellow, more surprised than angry, and lunged Cory
adrenaline surging instinctively grabbed a fallen oar, its smooth wood,
surprisingly solid in his grip, he parried the pirate's wild swing,
the clang of wood against steel echoing eerily. Jonathan meanwhile
scrambled behind a stack of crates, his heart hammering against
his ribs. The pirate, fueled by surprise and perhaps a
bit too much rum, was surprisingly clumsy in his eagerness
to land a blow. He stumbled his cutlass swinging wide, Corey,
seeing his chance ducked and the pirate, losing his balance completely,
smacked his head against the ship's sturdy mast with a
sickening thud. He crumpled to the deck, unconscious.
Speaker 4: He's out.
Speaker 3: Jonathan yelped, emerging from his hiding spot without a word.
They rushed to the fallen pirate, their small hands fumbling
with the coarse rope they found nearby, they managed to
tie his hands and feet securely, their movements quick and efficient,
fueled by a mix of fear and an excitement. Then
their eyes fell upon the treasure chest. It was heavy,
but together they managed to pry it open. Inside, nestled
on a bed of faded velvet, lay a dazzling array
of jewels, rubies like drops of blood, emeralds the color
of the sea, and diamonds that sparkled with an inner fire.
They stuffed their pockets until they bulged the weight of
the gems a thrilling sensation. With their pockets heavy and
their hearts pounding, they scrambled back into the dinghy, rowing
furiously away from the pirate ship. They didn't look back
until they reached the mouth of a hidden sea cave.
They knew well a secret sanctuary carved into the cliffs
inside the dim light filtered through a crack in the rock,
illuminating their faces. As they poured their ill gotten gains
onto the sandy floor, the jewels scattered, catching the light
and casting a kaleidoscope of colors around the small space.
They gazed at their bounty, a mixture of awe and
disbelief on their young faces, as the distant sales of
the pirate ship, now a mere speck on the horizon,
began to fade from view. The boys would continue to
rob unsuspecting pirate ships for the next couple of years
until they reached preteen status. They had a good thing
going until the infamous pirate ship named Black Thunder rode
into town and the captain of the ship, bones Jackson.
You are listening to the adventures of Captain Corey Mulligan
and his journeys through the Seven Seas. We hope you
are enjoying this premiere episode here on Thanksgiving Day. We
are going to take a quick break and then the
swashbuckling adventures will continue after these messages.
Speaker 5: Captain Corey Mulligan a.
Speaker 1: Like a storm with a peg legtap and a hard
still warm seven seas whisper.
Speaker 2: Tales of his mind in shadows and cannon fire.
Speaker 6: He Night, Oh Mulligan. Mulligan a Byron legend, tempers Untamed
call his podcast.
Speaker 3: Welcome back to Spooky Halloween Stories and our special presentation
of Captain Corey Mulligan Episode one, Snake Curse. Ben Natt,
thank you for sharing some of your Thanksgiving Day with
us as we introduced the continuing adventures of Captain Corey Mulligan,
and these will air once a month on the last week.
You appreciate your support of Spooky Halloween Stories as we
continue to provide new content all year long. Let's go
ahead and continue Captain Corey Mulligan's Snake Curse. Captain Bones Jackson,
the name alone was enough to send shivers down the
spines of even the most hardened sailors. For years, his ship,
the Black Thunder, had been a phantom on the waves,
a harbinger of doom across the vast Pacific. Tales of
his raids were whispered in hushed tones in every port,
each one more grim than the last. It was said
that Bones, with his crew of forty one loyal and
brutal pirates left no island untouched, no survivor to tell
the tale. They were relentless, a force of nature that
swept through the archipelago, taking whatever they pleased, and leaving
only destruction in their wake. The Black Thunder cut through
the turquoise waters, its black sails a dark contrast against
the clear sky. The island ahead was a lush paradise,
its shores dotted with simple huts and vibrant foliage. But
to Captain Bones Jackson, it was merely another prize waiting
to be claimed. His men, a motley collection of hardened Ruffians,
sharpened their cutlasses and checked their pistols, their eyes gleaming
with anticipation. Bones, a hulking figure with a scarred face
and a beard as black as the ship's hull, stood
at the helm, a cruel smile playing on his lips.
The landing was swift and brutal. The pirates swarmed ashore,
their war cries echoing through the tranquil air. Cannon fire
erupted from the Black Thunder, tearing into the trees and
sending villagers scattering in terror. The islanders, though brave, were
no match for the seasoned pirates. Their spears and clubs
were no defense against the flashing steel and deafening roar
of the cannons. Bones himself led the charge, his massive
cutlass a blur as he carved a path through the defenders.
At the heart of the village stood the war Chief,
a proud warrior adorned with feathers and war paint. He
met Bones's charge with a fierce yell, his own spear leveled.
The two warriors circled each other, a deadly dance of
skill and brute force. For a moment, it seemed the
Chief might hold his ground, his movements agile and his
strikes precise. But Bones was a seasoned killer, his strength
and ferocity overwhelming. With a powerful lunge, he disarmed the chief,
his cutlass, slicing through the air and landing a decisive
blow that sent the warrior to the ground. With their
leader defeated and their village in flames, the remaining Islanders surrendered.
The pirates, under Bones's command looted the huts, taking food,
precious stones, and anything else of value. The crackle of
burning thatch filled the air as the pirates set the
huts ablaze, reducing the once peaceful village to smoldering ruins.
As the Black Thunder sailed away, its hull laden with plunder,
Captain Bones Jackson looked back at the burning island, a
satisfied glint in his eye, another victory for the most
feared pirate in the Pacific. The moon hung high over
the harbor when Corey and Jonathan's small dinghy crept toward
the hulking silhouette of the Black Thunder. The ship loomed
like a dark mountain on the waves, its masts reaching skyward,
its black sails furled and fluttering softly in the night breeze.
The boys had heard tales of Captain Bones Jackson's ship,
the stuff of nightmares and sailors whispers, But courage and
curiosity burnt brighter than fear in Corey's chest.
Speaker 4: They're all down that drinking, he whispered. We'll be in
and out before they even notice.
Speaker 3: Jonathan didn't look so certain, but he nodded and helped
tether their dinghy to the ship's ladder. They climbed silently,
their small fingers gripping rough hemp rope, until they reached
the deck. The ship smelled of salt, blood and something metallic,
like rust and old danger. They moved across the deck
like ghosts, keeping to the shadows as they slipped into
a narrow corridor. The captain's quarters lay ahead, Its heavy
oak door cracked slightly open, a faint light flickering from within.
Corey pushed it open with one trembling hand. Inside, between
maps and piles of gold coins, stood a massive iron
bound chest. The sight of the jewels within nearly made
Jonathan gasp aloud. We'll take Samon go, Corey said, quickly,
stuffing handfuls of glittering stones into his pockets. The rubies
gleamed like drops of fire. The emeralds gleamed cool as
deep water. For a breathless moment, it seemed they might
actually escape unnoticed. Then a voice, a deep, gravel edged rumble,
rolled from the shadows behind them.
Speaker 4: You boys must be braver or stupider than most men
I know.
Speaker 3: The sound froze their blood. Captain bones Jackson stepped forward,
his scarred face half caught in the candlelight, his black
beard and heavy coat making him look more demon than man.
In one hand he held a drawn cutlass, the edge
gleaming cold.
Speaker 4: No one sneaks aboard my ship and lives to tell it.
Speaker 3: Corey's instinct kicked in before fear could take root. He
grabbed an ornamental cutlass from a wall mount and swung
it awkwardly, the blade clanging against Bones with a spray
of sparks. For a moment, there was only the sound
of metal on metal, the boy darting and parrying with wild,
desperate energy, while the giant captain moved with deliberate, lethal precision.
Bones chuckled a dark, amused growl.
Speaker 4: You've got spirit, lad, but spirit won't keep you standing.
Speaker 3: A heavy boot caught Corey in the chest, sending him
sprawling across the cabin floor. His sword clattered away. Before
Bones could advance, Jonathan rushed him from behind, wielding a
broken chair leg like a club. It was brave, foolish,
but brave. Nonetheless, Bones turned, caught the swing midair, and
shoved the boy aside with one powerful arm. Jonathan hit
the wall with a soft cry and slumped to the ground,
Winded but still conscious, Bones turned back to Corey, resting
his cutlass on his shoulder.
Speaker 4: You little flame headed devil.
Speaker 3: He said, with grudging admiration.
Speaker 4: I've bought men twice your size who didn't come at
me with half your fire.
Speaker 3: Heavy footsteps echoed on the deck above as Bones.
Speaker 4: Bellowed, men, we've got rats aboard.
Speaker 3: Pirates poured down the stairs, bleary eyed and armed, forming
a circle around the two boys. Bones sheathed his sword
and pointed toward the railing.
Speaker 4: Tie him up. Let's see if the sea likes the
taste of boys as much as it does sailors.
Speaker 3: Tonight, he said, his grin wide and cruel.
Speaker 7: They walk the plank as.
Speaker 3: Ropes tightened around their hands. Corey met the Captain's eyes,
defiance burning bright. For a fleeting moment, something almost human
flickered in Bones's expression respect. Corey Mulligan, the young jewel thief,
was led to the plank by Captain Bones Jackson, who
held him at sword point, seemingly on the verge of
meeting his demise. You are listening to the adventures of
Captain Corey Mulligan and his journeys through the Seven Seas.
We hope you are enjoying this premiere episode. Here on
Thanksgiving Day, we are going to take a quick break,
and then the swashbuckling adventures will continue. After these messages.
Speaker 5: Captain Corey Mulligan, a new like a storm with a
peg collector and a hard still warm, seven seas whisper.
Speaker 2: Tales of his mind in shadows and cannon fire.
Speaker 6: He Night, Oh Mulligan, Mulligan, a birn Leton, temps, Untamed Gone,
his podcast stuff.
Speaker 3: Welcome back to Spooky Halloween Stories and our special presentation
of Captain Corey Mulligan Episode one, Snake Curse. Thank you
for sharing some of your Thanksgiving Day with us as
we introduced the continuing adventures of Captain Corey Mulligan, and
these will air once a month on the last week.
We appreciate your support of Spooky Halloween Stories as we
continue to provide new content all year long. Let's go
ahead and continue Captain Corey Mulligan's Snake Curse. The waters
below churned ominously, and the distant fins of circling sharks
glinted in the moonlight. A hush fell over the gathered pirates.
The only sound the creak of the ship and the
pounding of young hearts. Suddenly, a hiss sliced through the air.
A cobra, long and sleek had slithered onto the deck.
Its hood flared wide. It lunged at Jonathan, who stumbled
back just in time, the snake's fangs missing his leg
by a hair's breadth. The pirates, distracted, turned their attention
to the new threat. The cobra, as if sensing their hostility,
began to attack. Its movements a blur as it struck
pirate after pirate men fell to their knees, clutching at
bitten limbs, their faces twisted in shock and pain. Two
of the more foolhardy pirates rushed forward, swords raised high,
determined to end the serpent's rampage. They swung their blades
in vicious arcs, aiming to behead the creature. But the
cobra was too quick. It dodged their strikes, its body
weaving between the flashing steel like a dark ribbon caught
on the wind. It struck again and again, its fangs
finding their mark, sending the pirates crumpling to the deck,
their swords clattering from limp hands. The cobra, having dispatched
eight of bones as men, turned its gleaming eyes toward
the plank. It slithered up the wood, its scales gliss
in the torchlight. It came to a stop before Corey,
rising up until they were eye to eye. The boy,
to his credit, didn't flinch For a long moment, they
stared at each other, Boy and serpent, something ancient and
knowing in the snake's gaze. Then, with a speed that
defied belief, the cobra whipped around and struck the pirate,
holding Corey at sword point. The man had no time
to screen before he toppled into the sea, the churning
water instantly boiling with the thrashing of hungry sharks. The cobra,
its mission, seemingly complete, slithered off the plank and disappeared
into the dark waters. In the stunned silence that followed,
Captain bones Jackson's voice.
Speaker 4: Rang out, enough, let the boys go. I won't lose
any more men to that devil Serpent.
Speaker 3: The pirates, shaken and wary, parted reluctantly, letting Corey and
Jonathan pass. The boys, hardly daring to believe their luck,
scrambled back to their dinghy, their hearts racing with a
dizzying mix of fear and elation. They had faced down
the infamous Captain Bones and lived to tell the tale.
Thanks to the most unlikely of saviors. The boys were
ready to disembark the mythical pirate ship, but Captain Bones
had other plans in mind.
Speaker 4: You boys cost me several men, so you aren't going anywhere,
he announced, then continued, it's not by my decree, mind you.
According to pirate law, the one who brought the snake
Curse upon the crew must now become a part of
the very crew it has decimated.
Speaker 3: You are listening to the adventures of Captain Corey Mulligan
and his journeys through the Seven Seas. We hope you
are enjoying this premiere episode here on Thanksgiving Day. We
are going to take a quick break and then the
swashbuckling adventures will continue after these messages.
Speaker 1: Captain Corey Mulligan a name like store with a piglet
tap and a heart still warm seven Seas, whispered tales
of his mind in shadows and cannon fire.
Speaker 2: He rule the night.
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Temperston say go in his pocket.
Speaker 3: Welcome back to Spooky Halloween Stories and our special presentation
of Captain Corey Mulligan Episode one, Snake Curse. Thank you
for sharing some of your Thanksgiving Day with us as
we introduced the continuing Adventures of Captain Corey Mulligan, and
these will air once a month on the last week.
We appreciate your support of Spooky Halloween Stories as we
continue to provide new content all year long. Let's go
ahead and continue Captain Corey Mulligan's Snake Curse. The Captain,
his eyes glinting with a mix of respect and something darker,
turned to Corey and Jonathan, his voice a low rumble.
Speaker 4: You boys have spirits. I'll give you that. Not many
can face down the black Thunder and live to tell
the tale. But you've stirred up something, something old and powerful.
Speaker 3: He settled back against the Captain's chair, his gaze distant,
as if looking into a past long buried.
Speaker 4: Reminds me of a tale from when I was just
a young sailor, barely old enough to grow a beard.
Speaker 7: I sailed under a man named Captain Jack on a
ship called the Ghost Trail. We were the terror of
the Atlantic, taking what we pleased and leaving nothing but
ashes in our wake. In one particular town, Captain Jack
robbed a dying man, a man blessed by the spirits.
The man warned him that if he took his crutches,
crutches that allowed him to walk and were adorned with pearls,
he would be cursed by the snakes. Captain Jack, in
his arrogance, laughed off the threat and stole the crutches.
A few days later, chaos erupted on the deck. Two
cobras had found their way onto the ship, striking at
the crew with deadly precision. The men fought back, their
swords flashing in the sun, but they were no match
for the serpent's speed and venom. The snakes made their
way to the captain's quarters, where Captain Jack vainly tried
to defend himself, but he was struck down, his life
snuffed out like a can in the wind. The crew,
in their desperation, continued to fight, but the cobras seemed unkillable,
their scales turning away blades like water off a duck's back.
It was then that a young nobleman, a pirate named Jennings,
stepped forward. He ordered the men to lower their swords
to respect the power of the serpents. The cobras, as
if understanding his words, turned their gaze upon him. Poised
to strike, but Jennings stood firm, unflinching, and then as
quickly as they had come, the snakes slithered off the
ship and disappeared into the ocean. From that day forward,
Jennings was seen as chosen by the spirits, anointed by
powerful forces, to be the next captain, and so he was.
He brought a sense of nobility to the seas, of
respect for the forces of nature and the spirits that
guide them. But he also brought a warning that those
who disrespect the land and its people would face the
wrath of the serpents.
Speaker 3: Captain Bones turned back to Corey and Jonathan, his eyes hard.
Speaker 4: You two have brought that curse upon my ship, and
by the laws of the sea, the only way to
appease the spirits is for you to become part of
the crew you've cursed. You'll be trained in the ways
of the pirate, and maybe, just maybe you'll survive long
enough for one of you to become captain. It's the
only way to lift the curse.
Speaker 3: He leaned forward, his voice a menacing whisper.
Speaker 4: Welcome to the Black thunder Boys. This ship is your home.
Speaker 2: Now.
Speaker 3: With that, The Adventures of Captain Corey Mulligan officially began,
and his journeys across the Seven Seas. Thank you for
giving us a chance to entertain you during this holiday
season with our special presentation of the premiere episode of
Captain Corey Mulligan and the Snake Curse. Remember, even though
Halloween is over, the fun continues here on Spooky Halloween
Stories as we continue these adventures of Captain Corey Mulligan
every month, with a new episode premiering on the last week.
If you'd like to reach out to us, please do
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is your host CJ again, thanking you for listening and
have yourself a swashbuckling day.
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