Iron Morty Flint (Chapter 1)

Born in the early nineteenth century, Jack was raised in a poor family. Everyone in his family were crooks. They often stole their food, and killed people just for the clothes on their backs. Jack had been born a killer, killing since he was able to hold a knife. Jack had long brown hair and brown eyes. He usually dressed like a pirate, wearing boots and beat up clothes he took from people. His uncle was a pirate, and Jack always wanted to be like his uncle. Morty Rackham was his name, it was no wonder Jack wanted to be like him. Rackham was one of the most wealthiest pirates in the world, also one of the most feared.

Morty Rackham was a tall man, standing six feet two inches. He had dark grey eyes and had long black hair, untidy and pulled back, with a long black beard to match his scary look. He wore a long black coat with red trimming, and red pants with his beat up old boots. Morty Rackham had a crew of seventy pirates and one of the biggest ships at sea. Morty Rackham had a real mind for piracy, he made him self wealthy by taking over other ships and taking their treasures for himself.

One day Jacks unlce took him out on his ship to show him the life of piracy. Jack learned how to sail the ship, and learned the rules and life of piracy. Jack loved it so much he never went back home to his family. He lived on the ship with his Unlce, and became a pirate. Jacks unlce gave him a new name, Iron Morty Flint. Named after being a tough, hard, and very sharp. Also being easlily chipped and sparky, having a bad temper.

One afternoon, Morty Rackham tried to over take a ship. They sailed up to the ship flying a nutural flag. When the ships were close enough Rackham tied the ships together and all seventy of his crew jumped aboard the other ship attempting to take it over. Rackham ran threw the ship like a mad man killing everyone in his path, until he came acorss the Commodore of the ship. Rackham with one sword in his right hand and his knife in his left said, "The ship is mine mate, surrender under my command or I will kill you along with your crew!"

"You must not know who I be!"

"Nor do I care matey, your ship is mine!"

"I am Commodore Black, I have killed thousands of people, and you shall be no exception Morty Rackham!"

"Arrrr!" growed Rackham.

Rackham charged Black head on with his sword high in the air, bringing it down fast upon Blacks head. Black moved to the side kicking Rackham in the back. Rackham flipped over the top railing of the ship landing on his back. Black jumped over the railing almost landing on Rackhams chest. Rackham got up kick slicing Blacks leg open with his knife

"Ahhh!" yelled Black in pain, moving slowly with a limp.

Black pulled out his swords, one in his right and one in his left hand. Charging at Rackham as fast as his limp leg would allow him. Rackham grabbed one of the sails above his head swinging his legs around Blacks neck and throwing him to the ground again. Rackham stood on the rod of the sail with confidence.

"Now are you ready to surrender your ship and crew to me?" asked Rackham while rubbing his long black beard.

Whipping the blood from his mouth he said "I would rather die then sail under a pirate like you!"

Then Black spat up at Rackham with a look of disgust upon his face.

On the upper deck of the ship Iron Morty Flint was fighting two pirates by sword. Flint had sliced one of the pirates across the gut and decapitating the other. As he looked around the ship with a smile, the ship had almost been taken over. Flint turned around to see his uncle fighting Black, he stood and watched as his unlce spun in circles swinging his sword. Then Black cought Rackham in the back with one of his blades.

Rackham felt the itching burn across his back. He feel to the ground, the side of his face laying on the cold deck of the ship. Rackham tried to stand but couldn't, Black had plaved his foot behind his neck with his sword against cheek.

"Now surrender to me, and you will live." Black said.

"Never will I surrender to a coward of a pirate like you!" Rackham said.

"Fine mate, have it your way!" Black said.

Black raised his sword above his head. Suddenly Flint came swinging across one of the sails, kicking Black in the head.

Black hit the deck with a loud thud. Jumping to his feet Black turned to see Flint standing with his sword ready.

"You are a stupid boy, this should be fun." Black said with a smirk on his face.

Flint stood ready with a look to kill in his eyes.

"Arrrgh!" Growled Black as he noticed the look in Flints eyes.

Flint and Black walked in circles, occationally throwing strikes with there swords. With no warning Flint attacked with relentless and had Black on his heels, but Black was to strong for the young pirate. Over powering him and pushing him back the other way. Black could see the worry in Flints eyes. Black kicked Flint in the chest, knocking him on the ground.

"This be t'for you mate!" Black said with a evil voice.

Black raised his sword and brought it down crashing across Flints stomach. Flint yelled in pain as blood soaked his clothes.

Black picked up Flints sword an turned his attention to Rackham.

"Its your turn t' die now." Black said with a laugh.

Black placed both of the swords blades across Rackhams throat like scissors.

"Time t' be kissin' the gunner's daughter." Black whispered to Rackham.

Black then closed the blades on Rackhams neck. Rackhams head rolled on the deck next to Flints limp body.



(Working on Ch.2)