Speaker 1: Captain Coy Mulligan, a name.
Speaker 2: Like a storm, with a piglic type.
Speaker 1: And a heart still warm.
Speaker 3: Seven seas whispered tales of his mind in shadows and
cannon fire.
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his pocket.
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our story Underground Artist Network presents Captain Mulligan's Cesspool of Doom.
Speaker 6: Captain Bones Jackson steered the Black Thunder toward the murky
waters of the Gulf of Mexico. The air, thick with
the promise of gold and death, spoke of a ship adrift,
a vessel struck by plague, its sails torn, its crew
long perished. Yet the lure of cursed treasure was too
strong for pirates to resist. As the Black Thunder neared
the ghostly wreck, silence settled over the deck, broken only
by the creak of rigging and the uneasy thrum of hearts.
Sensing Doom's approach, the distant silhouette of the derelict vessel
shimmered on the horizon, an illusion born of heat and haze.
It looked so close one might reach out and touch
its ghostly hull, yet the sea guarded it jealously miles away.
Captain Bones Jackson stood at the helm, his black coat
snapping in the wind, eyes fixed on the mirage. His
men muttered of curses and restless souls, But Bones only
sneered the flicker of a grin, unraveling his rugged face.
Treasure minded them feared no ghost, and neither did he.
Corey Mulligan gripped the ship's railing, the salty wind whipping
through his fiery hair. As the Black Thunder surged toward
the distant wreck, doubt gnawed at him. He asked himself,
had Captain Bones Jackson already forgotten the serpent's wrath that
had nearly claimed them all. The curse's memory lingered in
every creak of the hull, every shadow that slithered across
the deck. Yet Bones, ever, the reckless master of the seas,
pressed on with eyes gleaming at the promise of gold.
Corey's pulse quickened with unease and fascination alike. Perhaps this
was what it meant to be a pirate, to chase
fortune through fear, to face doom with a grin, and
to question everything except the lure of treasure. Life aboard
the Black Thunder had toughened Corey and Jonathan in ways
the shore never could the endless creak of the deck,
the stack of salt against their skin, and the sharp
bark of Captain Bones's orders had become their rhythm. Though
Corey often questioned the captain's perilous hunger for gold and glory,
he couldn't deny the thrill it stirred within him. Between
mending sails, scrubbing decks, and learning to wield a cutlass,
the boys were growing not just as pirates, but as
men shaped by the sea's unforgiving hand. The sea had
a rhythm all its own, one that Corey Mulligan had
come to understand in his bones. Each crash of the waves,
each snap of the sails, whispered to him of freedom
and destiny. Jonathan, though stared westward whenever night fell, longing
for the comforts of home. He spoke often of escape,
of quiet mornings and familiar shores, But Corey only laughed softly,
eyes reflecting the endless horizon. Home, he said, is what
waits for those afraid to The Black Thunder might have
been a cursed ship, haunted by serpents and bound by
old magic, yet it offered something no quiet village could purpose.
Danger and the thrill of becoming something greater. Jonathan saw
chains where Corey saw wings, and between them stretched the
boundless sea, demanding each boy decide who he truly was
meant to be.
Speaker 7: It's going to be all right, my friend, Corey.
Speaker 6: Said, as he put his hand on Jonathan's shoulder.
Speaker 7: This was our fate to end up on this ship
and our destiny to sail the seas together as friends
and partners.
Speaker 6: Jonathan smiled and patted his friend on the back as
they stood on the deck, watching the distant ship draw closer.
Speaker 5: You are listening to the adventures of Captain Corey Mulligan.
This is World of Pirates, presented by the Underground Artist Network.
We are going to take a slight pause for these messages,
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Speaker 10: Still Warm, Seven Seas Whisper.
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Speaker 2: Fire, Hero the Night, Oh Mulligan, Mulligan, Beer a Pirate,
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Speaker 5: Welcome back to World of Pirates, being presented by the
Underground Artist Network. Thank you to all you young pirates
who came back after that break to board our and
continue our story. Remember the Adventures of Captain Corey Mulligan
continue the final Sunday of the month with a new episode,
so mark that on your calendars. If you have any
questions or comments, you can reach out to us at
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presented by the network. All right, strap yourselves in, get
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we continue our story.
Speaker 6: Let's go ahead and continue. Captain Mulligan says, fool of doom.
The sky should have been calm, painted gold by the
late afternoon sun, but instead an eerie green hue spread
across the horizon like spilled ink. Within moments, the black
thunder began to groan under the weight of a brewing tempest.
Captain bones Jackson, standing firm at the helm, felt the
first electric tingle crawl across his scarred cheek. He lifted
his spyglass, saw the horizon unravel into churning gray, and
bellowed all hands.
Speaker 10: Storm brewing off the starboard bow batten the hatches and
wreath the mainsail.
Speaker 6: The alarm bell clanged through the air, ringing wild above
the roar of the wind. Men scrambled across the deck, ropes,
snapping against the masts like whips. The once clear skies
were now swallowed by a mass of rolling thunderclouds. Lightning
clawed at the heavens, jagged white veins illuminating the black
water below. The air turned sharp with salt and fear.
Hale began to pelt the deck, each stone, hard bead,
striking armour, wood and skin alike faster bones roared, his
black coat whipping around him.
Speaker 10: Secure the rigging before she rips apart.
Speaker 6: Cory and Jonathan clung to the slick railings, their faces
stung by rain and wind. Help with the sails, a
pirate shouted, tossing them a line together. They fought the tempest,
hauling heavy rope until their hands burned raw. The sails,
fat with wind, strained and flapped violently, threatening to tear
loose entirely. The boys pulled with all their strength. The
world reduced to howling air, crashing waves, and the blinding
flash of lightning that painted everything white for a heartbeat
before plunging it back into shadow. Under Bones's booming orders.
The Black Thunder slowed, though every plank trembled like a
living beast under a lash. Then a cry split the chaos,
a sharp, desperate sound, swallowed by the wind. One of
the crewmen, a barrel chested man named Cutter, had lost
his footing near the prow. Jonathan saw it happen, a
slick boot on wet wood. The man's arms pin wheeling
as the deck tilted under another ferocious gust. Hold on,
someone yelled, but it was too late. Cutter went over
the side, his scream vanishing beneath the roar of the storm. Instantly,
three men lunged with gaff hooks and ropes reaching into
the void, but the waves were merciless. Cutter was there
one moment, and the next the sea swallowed him whole.
Speaker 10: He's gone, Bones.
Speaker 6: Muttered, voice low but steady, eyes fixed on the horizon.
The ship shuddered again as a wall of water crashed
over the bow. Corey and Jonathan held fast to the railing,
coughing sea water and rain around them. The crew wrestled
the Black Thunder through the chaos. Each man soaked to
the bone, eyes wide with awe and terror. Lightning sliced
across the sky once more, tracing the ship's masts in
sheets of white fire. Beneath the tumult, the deep, primal
rumble of the ocean echoed like distance laughter. The storm
had come out of nowhere, and the only way was
through its raging heart. Then, just like that, the storm
ceased and disguise, and the sky and sea instantly became calm.
Speaker 10: It's the curse, gentlemen.
Speaker 6: Captain Bones announced to his crew.
Speaker 10: With a curse this powerful, the treasure's aboard that ship
must be worth more than we could possibly imagine.
Speaker 6: The captain said, smiling as he looked down on his crew.
This turn of events left Corey Mulligan confused. He couldn't
understand how Captain Bones Jackson could remain so cold after
losing a crew member, or how he could ignore the
warning of such an obviously powerful curse. Corey loved the
thrill of treasure hunting, but he wasn't sure he could
ever lead a crew so recklessly toward possible death. Still
young and idealistic, he turned to his captain in search
of an answer. When the sea find only calmed, and
the rain slackened to a whisper. Captain Bones Jackson stood
at the prow of the black thunder, staring into the
endless stretch of gray horizon. Corey lingered nearby, his fiery
hair plastered flat by seawater, his young face tight with unease.
He opened his mouth once, couldn't quite find the words,
then tried again.
Speaker 7: Captain Cutter's gone, just like that.
Speaker 6: His voice cracked around the words.
Speaker 7: We didn't even try long enough to save him.
Speaker 6: Bones didn't turn at first. When he finally did, his
expression was unreadable, the storm's fading light cutting uneven shadows
across his face.
Speaker 10: A captain doesn't have the time to mourn boy.
Speaker 6: He said, his gravel edged voice low but steady.
Speaker 10: If he does, he'll find himself next on the list
to be mourned. Every wave out here wants to bury you.
Every gust of wind wants to steal your breath. The
sea doesn't wait for the broken hearted.
Speaker 6: Corey frown staring down at his soaked boots. But you cared,
he said, quietly.
Speaker 10: I saw it when he fell.
Speaker 6: Bones gave a dry chuckle, one without humor.
Speaker 10: I I care, I care enough to keep the rest
of the men alive by pretending I don't. That's what
a leader does.
Speaker 6: He gestured toward the horizon, where lightning still flickered faintly
in the clouds.
Speaker 10: If I let grief take hold, I'd steer this ship
straight into the deep. If I show fear, then the
curse wins before the fight even begins. My job is
to face fate with my jaw set and make damn
sure the crew believes will see another sunrise.
Speaker 6: Corey looked up, meeting the captain's eyes.
Speaker 7: You really think the curse is real?
Speaker 6: Then Bones's grin was slow crooked, touched by something dangerous.
Speaker 10: A captain doesn't have the luxury of belief. Lad, We
live and die by what's in front of us. If
the curse is real, we fight it. If it's ghost
tails and smoke, we fight anyway. The sea favors men
who don't flinch.
Speaker 6: He clapped a heavy hand on Corey's shoulder, the weight
of its solid grounding.
Speaker 10: And here this, well, Mulligan, A pirate's purpose is simple.
Wealth and security. You seek both with your teeth bared
and your sails high. No matter how dark the waters turn,
the sea doesn't pity the cautious. It rewards those who take.
Speaker 6: He leaned closer, his voice dropping to something almost paternal.
Speaker 10: You'll learn that one day. Until then, you're in good hands.
A black thunder takes care of her own, and so
does our captain.
Speaker 6: Corey nodded his stomach, a twist of emotions he couldn't name.
The Captain's words were brutal, but they rang with the
same truth the storm had hammered into him. The sea
offered neither forgiveness nor favor. He watched Bones stride back
to the helm coats, still damp, posture unbreakable, and understood
this was the steel that held the crew together, the
spine of the legend known as Captain Bone's jackson. As
Corey absorbed the lesson from the legendary pirate, he had
no time to catch his breath. The next obstacle loomed ahead,
threatening to end his young life and the lives of
everyone on the ship.
Speaker 5: You are listening to the adventures of Captain Corey Mulligan.
This is World of Pirates, presented by the Underground Artist Network.
We are going to take a slight pause for these messages,
and then our pirate ship will depart the dock in
our story will continue. See you after this quick break.
Speaker 8: Captain Corey Mulligan ann.
Speaker 9: Like a storm with a peg lectop and a heart
still warm, Seven Seas Whisper, Tales.
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Speaker 2: Fire, Hero the Night oh Ullagan Mulligan fer a pirate
and a temper stuntame.
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Speaker 5: Welcome back to World of Pirates being presented by the
Underground Artist Network. Thank you to all your young pirates
who came back after that break. To our ship and
continue our story. Remember the Adventures of Captain Corey Mulligan
continue the final Sunday of the month with a new episode,
so mark that on your calendars. If you have any
questions or comments, you can reach out to us at
Underground Artist Network at outlook dot com. Also visit our
website for information on all of our shows that are
presented by the network. All right, strap yourselves in, get
ready for some bumpy waters, and enjoy the ride as
we continue our story.
Speaker 6: Let's continue Cesspool of Doom. Captain Bones Jackson watched as
the water began to swirl in two different parts of
the ocean, leaving only a narrow passage through the middle,
steering through it would be difficult, if not impossible, even
for a battle tested, experienced pirate. Captain Bones Jackson stood
at the helm, eyes fixed on the boiling waters ahead.
Two great cesspools churned on either side of the Black Thunder,
each one a monstrous whirlpool, clawing at the sea with
furious hunger. The sound was deafening, the ocean groaning as
if trying to tear itself apart. Hold steady, Bones roared
over the wind.
Speaker 10: Keep her nose forward, and don't let the current take her.
Speaker 6: His voice carried across the deck like cannon fire, cutting
through the chaos, as the ship lurched violently beneath his boots.
The whirlpools spun faster, frothing white and blue. As towering
walls of water reached toward the sky. The Black Thunder shuddered,
the decks shaking as wood splintered under the immense pressure.
Pirates scrambled to secure ropes and barrels, shouting over the
roaring sea. Hatches swung open, sending loose gear, axes, cutlasses,
and splintered wood whirling through the air. Corey ducked as
a blade spun over his head, embedding itself into the
mast with a hard thunk. Jonathan threw himself flat as
a half broken plank shot past like an arrow, narrowly
missing his arm. Lightning stitched across the sky, illuminating pandemonium
in white flashes, pirates clutching, rigging, torn sails, thrashing water
spouts exploding against the hull. Hard aport, Bones bellowed, gripping
the wheel with both hands, his muscles strained beneath his
coat as the rudder resisted him, the wheel spinning out
of his grasp before he seized it again. The black
Thunder groaned, its timbers creaking in protest, as if torn
between the captain's will and the sea's fury. A violent
blast of wind slammed into the ship's side, sending crates flying.
The cannon rolled loose, crashing into the railing with a
thunderous crack, before tumbling into the swirling abyss below. Water
sprayed high, hammering the deck, drenching every man to the bone.
Speaker 10: Get those lines tight.
Speaker 6: Bones barked, though his voice was half swallowed by the
storm's roar.
Speaker 10: We'll lose the must if she lists any farther.
Speaker 6: His eyes gleamed with savage focus as he leaned into
the wheel, steering the vessel through the narrow passage between
the twin mailstroms, the only thread of calm water for miles.
The sea fought back. One whirlpool heaved, spitting out waves
that slammed the hull, the ship tilting so hard that
several men lost their footing and slammed into the rail.
Debris rained down, splinters, ropes, even chunks of the broken
fore deck, while iron nails flew like shrapnel. A shattered
cutlass spun across the deck, striking sparks off the wood
before vanishing into the dark. For every foot the black
thunder gained, the sea tried to drag her two back.
Cory and Jonathan clung to the nearest post, their knuckles
white and hearts hammering as a wave the size of
a house crashed over them. Bones planted, his boots wide,
teeth bared against the wind, his black coats snapping like
a standard in the gale.
Speaker 10: Steady, lads, he snarled, We're not food for the sea. Yet.
Speaker 6: The wheel jerked violently, nearly tearing free from his hands.
The whirlpools clawed closer, their pull rising like a beast
breathing down their necks. The entire ship shuddered, the deck
groaning and twisting as pieces tore away into the abyss.
Bones glanced at his soaked, struggling crew, their faces lit
by bursts of lightning, their eyes wide with terror, and
raised his voice one more time, raw and defiant against
the storm.
Speaker 10: To brace yourselves, your dogs. She is not resisting the
pool much longer.
Speaker 6: In this moment of despair. The legend of a pirate
named Corey Mulligan was born as a boy, Corey Mulligan
had studied the ocean with silent reverence, his bare feet
planted in the dawn wet sand as he watched the
tides breathe in and out. He learned the rhythm of
the waves long before he ever commanded a ship, memorizing
how the sea bent to the Moon's unseen hand. Yet
even then he knew that sometimes the ocean favored instinct
over intellect. It was not knowledge, but trust in the
storm's language that guide your fate.
Speaker 7: Move towards the twirling water on the left, and let
go of your steer as your men dropped the front sail.
Speaker 6: Corey Mulligan ordered the season Captain Bones Jackson to act.
Speaker 10: Boy, are you mad?
Speaker 6: The captain shouted at Corey as the ship got closer
to being sucked in.
Speaker 7: What other choice do you have? Sir? We are going down.
Speaker 6: Corey's calmness got his captain's attention. He knew the boy
was inexperienced. He sensed that Corey's confidence exceeded even his own.
Despite his years at sea and his experience as a captain.
Bones Jackson believed in instinct over intellect, especially when survival
was at stake. Though it was difficult for him to
surrender control of his ship to a young, untested boy,
he knew Corey was right. What other choice did they have?
Captain bones Jackson's jaw worked as he glanced between the
furious seas and the boys standing beside him. Corey's voice
had been steady despite the chaos, his words cutting through
the roar like a blade.
Speaker 7: Moved toward the twirling water on the left, and let
go of your steer as your men dropped the front sail.
Speaker 6: It sounded like madness, but the captain had sailed long
enough to recognize instinct when he heard it. And this
boy curse or no curse had the kind of instinct
men didn't question.
Speaker 10: All hands drop the mansal.
Speaker 6: Bones bellowed, his voice a hammer against the storm. The
pirates hesitated for a fraction of a second, long enough
to see their captain release the wheel and throw his
hands wide.
Speaker 10: Do it No.
Speaker 6: The crew obeyed, ropes whipping, the sail luffing before collapsing
with a violent snap. The Black Thunder lurched, its bow,
twisting toward the left hand whirlpool. As Corey had said,
Bones gripped the railing beside him, his knuckles bone white,
while Corey braced beside him, eyes blazing against the storm's fury.
Speaker 10: Hold fast lad.
Speaker 6: Bones muttered under his breath, almost a prayer. Then the
sea took them. The Black Thunder spun like a top
caught between giant hands. For one breathless instant, the world
became nothing but motion, the mass groaning, the sails snapping,
the crew clinging to anything solid while debris whirled through
the air. The ship pitched backward, then vaulted upward, water
exploding beneath its hull like cannon fire. Corey and Bones
both sucked in a sharp breath as the vessel soared,
the storm's howl replaced by a deafening silence mid air.
Then gravity returned with vengeance. The Black Thunder crashed down
into calmer waters on the far side of the whirlpools,
the ocean roaring around it before settling into a weary hush.
The deck was a ruin of broken planks entangled rigging,
but the ship still floated. Scarred, shaken, unbroken. Bones exhaled hard,
a short bark of incredulous laughter, escaping.
Speaker 10: Him by the Devil's beard. Boy it worked.
Speaker 6: His black coat hung heavy with sea water as he
turned toward the horizon. There a few dozen feet away,
the ghostly silhouette of the derelict vessel awaited them. Adrift,
silent and bathed in eerie calm. The cursed ship that
had lured them into Hell's Maun now hovered before them,
promising untold treasures and perhaps they're doomed. Corey's eyes gleamed
with wonder and dread, all at once. Twice the curse
had spared them, but Bones Jackson knew better than to
mistake mercy for luck.
Speaker 10: Break.
Speaker 5: You are listening to the adventures of Captain Corey Mulligan.
This is World of Pirates, presented by the Underground Artist Network.
We are going to take a slight pause for these messages,
and then our pirate ship will depart the dock and
our story will continue. See you after this quick break.
Speaker 8: Captain Corey Mulligan, un.
Speaker 9: Like a storm with a pegleectop, had a hard still warm,
seven seas, whisper.
Speaker 4: Tales of his mind in shadows and channel fire.
Speaker 5: Welcome back to World of Pirates, being presented by the
Underground Artist Network. Thank you to all you young pirates
who came back after that break to board our ship
and continue our story. Remember the Adventures of Captain Corey
Mulligan continue the final Sunday of the month with a
new episode, so mark that on your calendars. If you
have any questions or comments, you can reach out to
us at Underground Artist Network at outlook dot com. Also
visit our website for information on all of our shows
that are presented by the network. All right, strap yourselves in,
get ready for some bumpy waters, and enjoy the ride
as we continue our story.
Speaker 6: Let's continue, Captain Mulligan, Cesspool of Doom. The storm had
thinned to a low salty mist, the sea gone eerily
still in its wake. The black thunder creaked as it
drifted toward the ghostly outline of the abandoned ship. Corey
stood beside Captain Bone Jackson at the prow, his fiery
hair still damp and tangled, his face pale from the
near death plunge. For a long time, neither spoke. The
only sound was the slow rhythm of waves lapping against
the splintered hull. Finally, Corey drew a breath. Captain, he said,
his voice quieter than usual.
Speaker 7: Why are we still going after it, the ship, the treasure?
After all that's happened.
Speaker 6: The curse nearly took us twice.
Speaker 7: Why not turn back while we still can?
Speaker 6: Bones didn't answer right away. His guarred face was set unreadable,
his dark eyes fixed on the phantom of the derelict
vessel ahead. When he finally spoke, his voice was low,
but it carried the weight of iron.
Speaker 10: Because, lad, when you commit to an adventure, you see
it through. That's what keeps a cruise ten in behind
you when the sea itself turns against you. If I
turn tail now, every man aboard will see the doubt,
and doubt spreads faster than disease.
Speaker 6: He turned his head slightly, a grim smile slipping through
the edge of his beard.
Speaker 10: Besides, he added, we need that treasure now more than ever.
Look at our girl. She's half crippled, broken mast, split,
railing hull near splinters. Gold's not just greed, it's survival.
We'll need every coin of it to patch her up
before the ocean claims her for good.
Speaker 6: Corey followed the captain's gaze toward the ghostly wreck. It
loomed closer, now half shrouded and missed. It's torn sails
hanging like shrouds. And the curse, he asked, his voice
almost lost to the whisper of the wind. Bones chuckled ashore,
dry sound that held no humor.
Speaker 10: Curse or no curse. Boy, A captain doesn't get to
choose which sees he sails, only how he sails them.
We've cheated death already, might as well dance with it
one more time. Oh.
Speaker 6: The Black Thunder groaned forward, its battered hull, cutting a
slow line through the mist. As they neared the derelict ship,
the air grew colder, heavier, the scent of decay and
metal tightening in their lungs. The ghostly vessel waited in
eerie silence, its hull blackened with age, its shadows stretching
across the waves like a specter's arm. Captain Bones Jackson
stood tall at the prow, one hand gripping the railing,
his voice a rough murmur meant only for Corey.
Speaker 10: Steal yourself, lad, We're about to greet the sea's darkest secret.
Speaker 6: The silence that met them as they neared the ghost
Ship was thick enough to choke on. The Black Thunder's
boarding line thudded against the derelict vessel's hull, echoing like
a drumbeat of doom. Captain Bones Jackson went first, boots
landing on rotted planks that groaned beneath his weight. Behind
him came Cory and eight hand picked men, grizzled fighters
armed with cutlasses, pistols and nerves of iron. Two of them,
broad shouldered twins with steely eyes and matching scars, moved
out front. They were the Captain's best men. Together they
led the boarding party into the dark. The deck of
the ghost ship was a graveyard of splintered wood and
torn canvas. Every footstep echoed hollowly, swallowed by the vast
emptiness that surrounded them. A low mist coiled around their feet,
seeping up from the ship's seams like breath from the
dead lantern. Light flickered against the warped boards, revealing shattered rails,
rusted chains, and the husks of long abandoned crates. Somewhere
deep in the ship's belly, something creaked, a low, drawn
out moan that didn't sound entirely of timber. Steady bones,
muttered voice, gravel dark.
Speaker 10: The captain's quarters will have the gold, if there's any left.
Speaker 6: The group advanced in a slow, measured line, cutlasses drawn eyes,
darting to every shifting shadow and distant clatter. Corey felt
the hairs on his neck rise. The air itself seemed
colder here, bitter with salt and death. Then above them
came the groan of splitting wood. A massive beam, black
with rot, sheered loose from the rigging and crashed down
toward them. The two brothers shouted a warning and leaped forward,
hacking the timber aside before it could crush the crew.
Splinters rained across the deck, and before anyone could draw breath,
thick ropes came alive. Overhead. They lashed down from the rigging,
snapping across the deck with unnatural force. The brothers swung
their blades in furious arcs, slicing through the ropes one
by one. Move Stay clear, one shouted, as a rope
whistled past his head, striking a barrel to splinters. The
crew retreated a step, clutching their weapons and curses as
the air filled with the hiss of rope and falling debris.
Corey ducked low, his heart hammering until he realized the
ropes had gone still. Only the moaning wind and their
own ragged breathing remained. Captain Bones gestured forward, his expression
as grim as the grave.
Speaker 10: The ship's testin us, he said, But we're not turning
back now.
Speaker 6: They pressed on, inching closer to the captain's quarters. A
warped door at the far end of the corridor, rimmed
in brass and shadow, just a few steps away. The
lead brother stepped forward, then vanished. A sharp crack split
the silence as a trap door yawned open beneath him
and his brother, sending both men plummeting into the black.
The sound of impact came an instant later, wet, final
and surrounded by a forest of spikes that glittered in
the lamplight. The crew froze shock, warring with dread, until
Bones slammed his boot down on the deck and barked to.
Speaker 10: The walls, hug the boards until I say otherwise, this
ship's full of tricks and steal. Waiting for fools.
Speaker 6: The survivors obeyed, edging along either side of the corridor,
the planks creaking and flexing beneath their boots. Corey's breath
came fast, his hands sweaty with nerves. They moved in
grim silence until the door to the captain's quarters loomed
before them, iron banded and locked shut with a heavy chain.
Its surface was scarred, as if something had tried to
claw its way in or.
Speaker 10: Out there she is.
Speaker 6: Bones murmured, fatigue and hunger for gold mingling in his voice.
Speaker 10: Open it.
Speaker 6: The men set to work, immediately, striking at the lock
with daggers and the butts of their pistols. Sparks jumped
from metal, and the ancient chain rattled with each hit.
Behind that door lay treasure, gleam, and glory enough to
rebuild their ship by their freedom, or damn them all
and As the last blow rang across the silent vessel,
Bones lifted his lantern higher, its light flickering against the
walls like ghostly breath, as if the ship itself had
begun to stir. Once inside, he spotted the large wooden
trunk with a heavy lock and chain. As the men
began chopping at it, the chain gave way with a
hollow snap that echoed like a pistol shot through the
ship's dead corridors. For a long moment, no one moved,
the heavy air pressed down on them. Even the lantern
flames trembled, as though sharing the crews unease. Captain Bones
Jackson stepped forward, his scarred face caught between shadow and
the soft, wavering glow of the lantern. Open it, he said,
his voice low but iron bound, with command. The men
pried the lid open, inch by inch. The sound was
a long, drawn out groan, as if the chest itself
resented being disturbed. A breath of cold air rushed out,
a smell of old wood, sea water, and something older still. Then,
beneath the dim light, the gold revealed itself, bars and
coins gleaming faintly like captured sunlight. At the bottom of
the sea. The glow washed over their face, painting them
in feverish yellows and deep shadows. Captain Bones didn't blink,
his eyes locked on the treasure, the reflected light turning
them as bright and fierce as the gold itself. For
an instant it was as though he'd stared into the
very soul of his own legend. Take the gold, he ordered, quietly.
Speaker 10: Leave the coffin. It came in.
Speaker 6: His tone carried no warmth, but there was a hint
of superstition in it, a pirate's respect for unseen powers.
The men nodded, none daring to argue. They began moving
bar after bar out of the chest. Corey, his arms
trembling under the weight, caught the Captain's eye. For the
briefest moment, Bones gave a single nod, acknowledgment, respect or warning,
It was impossible to tell. Step by step, the crew
carried their burden out of the captain's quarters, through the
silent corridor and up onto the ruined deck. The sea
mists slicked the gold in their hands, turning each bar
into a thing both beautiful and strange. No one spoke
as they loaded the treasure. The hollow groan of the
ghost ship followed them, a sound that made even the
bravest men glance over their shoulders, as though the vessel
might change its mind and reclaim what was hers. One
by one, they ferried the treasure back to the Black Thunder.
The ship's lanterns shone like distant stars across the mist.
As the last of the gold was secured on deck.
Captain Bones Jackson stood tall, rain dripping from his black coat,
his boots braced against the wet boards. His gaze fixed
on Cory, the boy who had faced whirlpools and curses
without flinching.
Speaker 10: We've taken the sea's prize, lad.
Speaker 6: He said, his gravel voice carrying over the gentle lapping waves.
Speaker 10: Now we see if she'll let us keep it.
Speaker 6: He turned to his men, voice rising into an iron bark.
Speaker 10: Tie her up. We'll tow the ghost ship behind us,
between her hull and ours. We've enough strength to make
for the nearest island. There. We'll take what we need
from her bones to mend the Black Thunder.
Speaker 6: The crew surged into motion, ropes slapping the water as
they bound the cursed ship to their own. Corey watched
as the two vessels rocked, side by side, one alive
with firelight, the other dead and dark as the deep.
Corey couldn't make sense of Captain bones Jackson. In one breath,
the captain spoke reverently about the ship he'd been taken from,
and in the next he completely changed his plan to
include removing the abandoned vessel from its sacred resting place.
This would be the man that he would learn to
be a pirate from and a captain, But right now
all he could think about was how this would be
something he would never do. Even at his young age,
Corey knew the importance of respecting the sea life in
any potential curse that may loom over any treasure or land.
For now, this young pirate would have to be a
silent and willing passenger on board the Black Thunder as
they made their voyage to the nearest island, where he
knew that plenty of lessons were still to be learned,
as well as adventures to be undertaken. Corey Mulligan stood
at the rail of the Black Thunder. The timbers groaned
beneath his boots, the ocean's pulse steady and everlasting, a
rhythm he would come to respect even fear. Captain Bones
Jackson stood at the helm, a man who bent the
sea to his will. Corey watched him with conflicted awe.
This was the pirate. Every tale warned of the man
who seized fortune without hesitation. Yet he saw something beneath
the cap in scars, a defiance against fate itself. Corey
could not be that man, but not yet. He felt
the pull of the deep and knew it demanded reverence,
not arrogance. The cursed treasure weighed heavy on his thoughts,
gleaming reminders of the price of greed. One day he
would learn the art of command from Bones, and how
to lead, how to survive, but he swore to do
it differently. For now he was still the student, silent
and watchful, letting the sea shape him.
Speaker 5: Ahoy, all pirates, you made it back to the shore.
This completes this episode. Check back with us as we
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Speaker 1: Captain Cory Mulligan, a name like Storm.
Speaker 9: With a piglic type and.
Speaker 1: A heart still warm.
Speaker 3: Seven seas, whispered tales of his mind in shadows.
Speaker 4: And canon fire. He ruled a.
Speaker 2: Night, Oh my hollygon fear his life, A piot of legend,
the temper star Time called it his pockets stuff