Pay no mind to those cloistered hypocrites.
They fold their hands, bowing and chanting in their golden caves.
The God they preach does not want their treasure.
Cloaked in midnight, my loyal crew heed my whispers:
Plunder what you can. Let no one survive who stands in your way.
Thank you to
for inspiring another writing exercise!Can you believe that Rubio was originally the main character of my Skyrates story when I first conceptualized it in college? Oh, how the turn tables…