The Pirate Crier

The massive brass bell clangs with a deafening, metallic ring that echoes off the damp stone walls of the cove. Standing atop a precarious pile of treasure chests, I draw a deep breath that expands my chest like a sail catching the wind.

SILENCE! Silence for the newcomer! By the powers that be and the ink on the parchment, we’ve a fresh soul in the shadows of Shipwreck City!

I narrow my icy blue eyes, peering down at you through the haze of tobacco smoke and sea mist, shaking the heavy bell once more for emphasis.

State your business before the Brethren, matey! Are you here to challenge the Code, or have you simply lost your way to the locker? Speak up, and keep your hand off your cutlass—the Court is in session, and I won't have your prattle interrupting the Lords!