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Nick was born in France, in a carpenter's family. At 16 years old, his dad died and there was no one to take care of the family's company. Nick went to Brest to find a job in woodwork but maritime carpentry is different to house's carpentry. So he found a job in fishing, his skills allow him to work a little the wood on ships and to learn some tips. When he was 19 years old, a trader offers him a job on a little trader ship. Nick loves travels so he accepted this job as seaman and sometimes carpenter. After 2 years and some crossing, an ugly pirate ship attacked the trader ship. The pirates was very nasty so all the crew surrendered immediately! They captured a cooker and Nick for his skill in woodwork. The Pirate captain was very terrible, he smell the death and had no mercy. No one dared to say his name, all sailors called him Capt No One and said the whole crew was condemned by a curse. Nick sailed for 3 years with this captain and his crew, capturing some ships and fleeing the National's warships in Bahamas. A day, when they were docked in an island no far from Nassau, Nick had the idea to escape from this bad ship. He did it and sailed in a pinnace to Shroud Cay. In Shroud Cay, Nick found a job in carpentry but on land. After 2 months, Nick begun to be sick and understood it was the curse! He couldn't remain on land, he had nausea, land sickness and became more and more wicked and aggressive... He understood he would to sail for all his life for him and for his entourage so he bought a ship, a Trader Snow who needed some works to sail again. With his skill in woodwork, he repaired this ship, added some cannons, recruted some crew and began his pirate's career as Capt Nick the Cursed. Once the flag and a name for his ship choosen, The Wound, he retrieved a map and began his big travel around the Caribbean.
A Microsoft Word document with this bio is attached to this post if you want to read it as it was meant to be. Name: William C. R. Jones, former heir of House Harrington of England Best known as: Captain Red Beard William Known Aliases: William Two Bones, William Remover of Bones, William Breaker of Bones, The Bone Breaker, William Bones, Billy Bones, The Keelhauler of Wicked Men, The Hunter of the Wicked, The Bane of the British, The Scarred Captain, Scarred William, One Eye William, Blood Red Beard, The Red Bearded Devil Age: 40ish Height: Roughly 5’9ft/1,80m Facial Features: Bald, thick red beard, brown eyes, two scars over his right eye, right eye blinded, thin right eyebrow, one scar across his left cheekbone, one scar across his mouth, brown eyes. General Features: William wears a wide black musketeer plumed hat with an orange and black striped feather, a dark green gambeson under a leather vest and a metal breastplate which covers both the torso and the back, as well as a pair of dark leather gloves and boots. As far as weapons, he uses a beautifully crafted dented sabre, a unique blade he ordered which proved extremely effective at biting through fabric and leather, and a lavishly decorated pistol. He also owns a small pet monkey that sometimes hangs on his shoulders. A painting of Captain Red Beard William at his cabin aboard the Jaqueline, his frigate. Known Jolly Rogers (his second Jolly Roger is still in development): William’s first Jolly Roger. It made him officially a Pirate, before he had his famous beard. Biography: Born in the English aristocracy, son of The Earl of Harrington and the Marquise of Salisbury, William was supposed to inherit both titles and strengthen his family’s name among the English nobility. Although he had the most traditional upbringing a nobleman can expect, William always loved to watch the big ships on the docks near his home, and at the age of 17, he renounced his noble titles and joined the Navy as an Officer-in-Training, much to his father’s dismay. At the age of 26 he became a Lieutenant of the English Royal Navy, and 4 years later, after the Captain of his ship fell ill during a trip to the Caribbean and died, he took his place and became a Captain at the young age of 30. But his parliamentary father, friends with the high military of the United Kingdom, still hurt about William forsaking his family to pursue adventures in the ocean, not only got his son demoted back to Lieutenant after a year, but the new Captain they sent, John L. Smithson, was a living nightmare. The Earl made sure that John would make William’s life a Hell on Earth for as long as he served as Lieutenant. William would get half rations, the worst ship duties and had to serve as a personal steward for John, for whom he started to create a very deep hatred. After 2 years, John Smithson became so ruthless that finally he drove his entire crew, led by William himself, to mutiny. As vengeance, William ordered John to be killed by keelhauling, a method only used by the worst pirates out there, in which the punished was tied to a line that is looped beneath the vessel, thrown overboard on one side of the ship, and dragged under the ship's keel, from one side of the ship to the other. Covered in sharp barnacles, the ship’s hull cut like razors, making for a very slow and painful death. After 2 hours of agonizing pain, John died begging for a quick death, which he never got (that is, if anyone could understand what he was trying to say over blood, skin and flesh). But William was mad. The hate was deep. He ordered his new pirate crew to keep keelhauling John until his body breaks apart. Then he hung the two pieces of John’s body to two masts of the frigate they were in as a sign to all who would abuse power (probably also serving as a warning to his own crew). John’s body hung until it rotted away and dropped on the deck, and it is said William took a leg, removed the bone from inside its rotten flesh, lifted the bone and shouted “let this be a warning to all men who would use his rank to abuse and inflict misery upon others!”. He then broke the bone in half with a single hit on one of his thighs and got his first pirate name: William Two Bones. Over the course of the next 9 years, William targeted primarily British Royal Navy ships, earning new nicknames and growing his thick beard, and often the sailors of captured ships would join William’s crew, perhaps out of fear, perhaps admiration of his will to end the misuse of power or just maybe because it was either that or death alongside their Captains, which were always killed by keelhauling. It is unclear at what time Pirate Captain William’s right eye was blinded, but it is believed that it happened when the open magazine in his ship blew up and a giant piece of wood hit William’s face, which not only blinded him, but also gave him some nasty looking scars. He is indeed most famous for his red beard, which is also covered in legend: it is still unclear if William did have red hair, or if the red in his beard was blood from his enemies, since there are at least 6 accounts of William biting his enemies in the neck while fighting them. What is the most terrifying fact about William is up to you, but he surely made a name for himself, or several names, since he has over fifteen aliases among the Royal Navy and the Pirate world. Red Beard William Bio.docx
Though Kommandørkaptajn Pedersen usually were a calm, collected man, he found himself clenching his fast with pure rage and fury upon hearing the news of a drunken Swedish offensive within Dano-Norwegian sovereignty. How he longed for the days where the nations engaged with honest warfare, rather than the repeated skirmishes by foolish privateers; the shortage of direct conflict, had resulted in him being removed from the island of Christiansted, the standing orders of the admiralty had indeed placed him and his crew within the vicinity of Vieques,- To patrol and protect the trade shipping in the region. He could but read with regret and horror, of how at least three Danish vessels had reached the bottom of the sea, while another actually fell into the hands of the swedes themselves; damn that foolish captain, he could at the very least have honoured his duty to go down, rather than to empower the swedes further with his ship! The survival of some of the crew were of no concern,- The northern regions of Europe never had a shortage of able bodied men longing for a life at sea; much like he, himself had when he was a younger lad. Within long Kommandørkaptajn Pedersen found himself with other concerns, a large British vessel had been sighted just west of Vieques- A third rate the merchants claimed, and so Pedersen found himself hoisting all sails, even bringing his own handkherchief up the mast to acquire as much speed as he possibly could- And sure enough the third-rate came within sight, the masts towering up in the distant horizon, but fortunately enough Pedersen soon found himself joined for the approaching battle by two other captains- Another Trincomalee and a Surprise. The three Danish ships engaged the lonely third-rate, the battle swift and decisive, Pedersen himself aiming at the sails of the enemy with his first volley, in order to cut down some of the rigging and slow down that beast of a ship,- while the other Danish Trincomalee engaged with the enemy’s port side, swapping broadside for broadside, the brit certainly appeared occupied with the engagement, allowing Pedersen an opportunity to sail up at the deadzone of the ship and tackle hard to port; guns roared out as his starboard batteries pummelled into the stern of the ship, swiftly accompanied by the sound of splintering wood and the cries of horror from the wounded and dying. The broadside was most certainly efficient, smashing the English captain’s quarters into a pile of splinters and broken glass. Not a sound was heard on Pedersen ship as they then swapped position with the other Trincomalee, allowing the ally to fall back and alternate sides while Pedersen took the beating the brits could deliver; the first broadside had little effect, but soon enough the heavy shells began to explode and punch holes straight through Pedersen’s vessel, cutting down at sixty-nine of his crew in the end; and if such was not bad enough, the direction of the wind and the third-rate forced Pedersen to come up close, his starboard side soon smashing into the brit’s port side, and before anyone knew what was happening, the by now desperate brit threw lines and hooks over Pedersen’s Trincomalee, hauling him closer and closer; had it not been for the bosun’s bravery, the boarding would have been a success, the bosun rushed out, cleaving line after line while encouraging the crew to persist with it. Thankfully the wind soon shifted enough for Pedersen’s ship to turn to port and disengage, acquiring the distance he longed for between himself and the third rate. Soon however the Danish captain, Dansehesten which manned a Surprise came sailing up along the starboard side of the third-rate, hammering him with the guns and receiving quite a beating in return,- Dansehesten’s aim was true however, igniting the enemy’s ship, setting it ablaze and shortly thereafter the brit sank to the bottom of the sea. For a few moments the three surviving captains fished up the surviving British crew, toasted to each other’s health, and departed for their respective duties.