Snippet #1569973

The rising sun cast a fitting backdrop as Benito and a few select crew members planted their boots on the beach of Blackbeard's island. The Burla Negra was silhouetted against the dawn a little way out into the bay, and stepping out of the landing boat Benito looked up at the mansion set into the sloping hillside of the island.

Without as work his crew followed him up the winding path towards the house. There was very little foliage or cover on the way; no doubt the house had been build in such a location as to give intruders very little chance of approaching without being seen. Benito was glad he was no attacking; by the time he reached the house he would be exhausted. So he took a nice easy pace so as not to be too out of breath on arrival.

Knocking on the door he was greeted by a rather lowly, yet kindly looking manservant, who acknowledged that Benito was expected and led him through the house to a prepared room. Benito looked around taking everything in. Throughout the house he caught glimpses of treasures and artefacts which he wondered to him if they were Blackbeard's plunderings. A sense of awe overcame him the more he saw...but the one thing he did not see was Amelia, and as such the greatest of the Spanish pirate's curiosities remained unsatisfied for now.

On arriving at his room, he dismissed the crew and bid them to set up camp on the beach and await further word. He closed the door and walked over to the bed where an envelope had been set down, sealed and addressed to him. A smirk crossed his lips and he opened it, reading the letter inside.

"Very well," he said to himself with a nod and a smile, "Dinner at five it is."