The Red Rum Crew
Out of the fog she comes, bright red sails billow within the wind. The Krakens Reach, her prow punching through the wave, carving through the currents. A nautical nightmare for any vessel, the crossed white flagons signaled the Red Rum Crew.
The butchers of Port Mc'arn. The single vessel assault squad. The killers of Iron Colt Smith and his Cobalt Coral crew. The men who stole the sea kings crown. They who fought off the kraken. The first group to step onto the mystical lands of Yon. And leading them, standing in the crows nest a demon light burning like a beacon in his eyes, Red Rum Jack Rackam.
She quickly came upon them, the sea demons giving her otherworldly speed. Overtaking and cutting off, grappling hooks are tossed over biting into wood. Cannon shot rips through the mast bringing the merchant vessel to a slow crawl. The Red Rum runners race over and hit the sailors hard. Salty sabres swung spray scarlet across the deck.
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