For the Love of Priscilla
In the days of old, when the Caribbean Sea was a wild and untamed frontier, piracy reigned supreme. The aquamarine waters teemed with ships flying the Jolly Roger, captained by men who lived by the sword and the code of the outlaw. These pirates, driven by the lure of treasure and the promise of freedom, plundered merchant vessels and coastal towns with ruthless efficiency. They were masters of the seas, feared by those who crossed their paths and revered by those who shared their bloodthirst for adventure.
Pirate life was a mix of brutality and camaraderie, where loyalty to the crew was paramount, and the pursuit of riches justified any means necessary. Every day was a battle for survival, every night a celebration of the spoils of war. Islands across the Caribbean served as sanctuaries for these marauders, where they could rest, repair their ships, and indulge in the pleasures of rum, gambling, and women.
Among these sanctuaries was a small tropical isle nestled in the warm, crystal-clear waters of The Bahamas. This island, unnamed on any official maps but well-known among the pirate community, became a favored stop for two very different pirate captains—Captain Scarface Ramsey and Captain William Blake. Both men were legends in their own right, but their reputations could not have been more contrasting.
