The Pirate Women

Once upon a time, there sailed a ship crewed only by women. Born from the bosom of the waves, raised by the burning sea, they yearned only for the horizon. Never aided by a plan for present or future, they lived by the day, taking what they pleased, allowing only the wind in their sails to tell them where to go. The Pirate Women fought, pillaged, and burned with all the ferocity of any man, and more. They called the waters their kingdom, and left the petty power struggles of the dull dry land to the man.
Aboard their ship, there was one uncontested leader, captain of the Pirate Women, Queen of the seas. It was said she was once wed to Neptune himself, god of the seas. That he was very much in love, and gave his queen the powers to control the oceans themselves. However, the captain, unwilling to share the seas, struck down Neptune, and with pieces of his trident, the source of his power, built a ship in which to survey her now vast kingdom.
As man became bored with their limited and ugly lands, they attempted to strech their rule into the sea as well. Unfortanately, over time man proved to be too numerous for the one ship of pirate women. The overwhelming wave of greed, corruption, and vulgarity was not one that Poseidon had taught the Captain to control. And like all things with the onset of time and the dependability of man's desire for more power, the women fell. Returned to the ocean, forever to be a part of the greater of the two kingdoms. Sleeping forever in the depths of their great territory.

Death of Blackbeard

It is said that none but the devil know where Blackbeard’s treasure lies. That if the devil is not known to the treasure hunter personally, he will surely know him intimately by the time the search is over. There is no map to where the treasure rests. No piece or parchment which offers clues. To search for the chest, you must follow the scent of the burning hair upon Blackbeard’s chin. The gunpowder loaded into his pistols. The Rum that fueled his long voyages. You must listen for the sound of the splintering wood the cannons ripped from his ship during his final stand. The sound of gunfire ripping into Blackbeard’s crew as they fell one by one. You must look for the blood red sky, stained permanently by the pirate king’s fury and malice. You must sail upon the tough seas, made strong by carrying the weight of his dark and evil soul. None, yet, save for Blackbeard himself, have followed this trail. Where all your senses are plagued by the life of a man long since past. And none may ever follow it. The treasure that belongs now to the devil himself, desires only to be found by those as dark and terrible as deserves the respect of Blackbeard himself

Befriending the Yeti

Upon the highest cliff of Mt. Everest, there lived a lama. Upon this cliff the lama was able to see all of the world, from the north pole to the south. He spent his days upon the high cliff, praying for the many people who lived below him, praying for their peace and salvation. He was a generous and compassionate lama, whose prayers were wrought with kind words, and hopeful optimism for the human race. On one particularly moonlit night, as the lama was praying, he was visited by the Yeti who also lived upon the mountain. The Yeti, whose intention had been to kill and eat the lama, was taken aback by the naievete of the holy man.
“I’m not sure that you’re kind is worth praying for.”, said the Yeti. “For all the years I have lived upon this mountain, and believe me lama, I have lived here a great deal of years, all I have witnessed is the hate and devastation that your people impart upon each other.”
“I do not doubt your ageful wisdom, yeti”, replied the lama, “but for all your years of observing our kind, tasting our flesh between your teeth, have you ever stopped long enough to get to know a human?”
The Yeti thought long and hard, but eventually shook his head.
“Then may I offer you insights upon which you may make a more informed opinion of us, beast?”, the lama asked confidently.
“If that is truly the way you wish to spend your last moments on the mountain and on this earth than the least I could do is listen.” the Yeti said as he licked his lips.
As the lama began to speak of the human condition, the Yeti’s appetite for the man began to fade. As the lama spoke of faith and hope, the Yeti became a friend, and as days passed, and the lama spoke of love, the Yeti had absolved himself of all past opinions of mankind.
“How foolish I was”, the Yeti said to the lama, “to judge only with my eyes.”
As the years went on, the Yeti continued to visit the lama, and speak and pray together. As the lama got older, the Yeti brought him food and drink, and carried out the tasks which the brittle bones of the holy man could no longer perform. One day there was a terrible avalanche, and the Yeti did not come to visit the weathered lama. Days passed, and the lama began to worry for his friend. Wit the onset of starvation and the fear that something terrible had happened to the beast, the lama set out to look for him. Traveling down to the base of the mountain, the lama came upon the end of the snow shook loose by the avalanche. Sitting atop it was the skull of his friend, the Yeti. The lama took the skull and carried it all the way back up to his home atop the highest point on the mountain. There, he rested the skull of his fallen friend, so that he may forever watch over and protect the people of the world he had grown to love so much.