The Pirate’s Tale


7/9/20233 min read

The sight of Ravager cooking was so surreal, it took me a moment to find my voice. "What's going on, Ravager?" I finally demanded, pistol still aimed at him.

"I'm cooking lunch," Ravager replied, the pan in his hand sizzling with whatever alien concoction he'd put together. "What's it look like?"

The casualness of his tone was jarring. "Why are you on our ship, Ravager?" I asked, tightening my grip on the pistol.

Ravager turned to face me, his eyes devoid of any malice. "I killed the pirates, saved your life, and snuck onto the ship to avoid being nabbed by your friend, the deputy," he said, as if reciting a shopping list.

My mouth fell open in shock, but Ravager continued, "I figured it was about time I became an active member of this... team," he gestured around the ship, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

The audacity of the man! "And why would you do that, Ravager? After everything you’ve done?" I asked, my voice just above a whisper.

Ravager sighed, setting the pan aside. "Sit down, Moe. You too, Gramps. It's story time."

Reluctantly, we took a seat, our eyes never leaving Ravager. The notorious pirate began his tale. He was an orphan, he explained, left to fend for himself in a world that was cold and cruel. His story unfolded, a tale of loss and hardship, until he reached a point that made him pause.

"I once fell in love," he said, his gaze drifting off as if seeing a distant memory. "Her name was Elara. She was a dream, Gramps, Moe. An absolute dream. Beautiful, kind-hearted, with this spirit that was just..." he trailed off, lost for words.

"Elara," he continued, his voice a whisper, "wanted nothing to do with the pirate life. I dreamt of a simple life with her, one where we'd settle on some quiet planet, away from the lawlessness of the galaxy. But I was already in deep... too deep."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I tried to get out, tried to change for her, but the life... the life wouldn't let me go. In the end, she left. Said she couldn't marry a pirate."

"But I'm tired, Moe, Gramps," he continued, his voice carrying a hint of desperation. "Tired of the killing, the stealing, the living on the run. I see a chance for something different with you two. A chance to be who I could've been, should've been."

His words hung in the air, the silence in the ship almost suffocating. "If you want to turn me in, I won't stop you," Ravager finally said, breaking the silence. "But remember, it was me who saved your lives."

The room descended into silence again as Ravager's confession sank in. He watched us, a hint of vulnerability flickering in his eyes.

"We have a decision to make," Gramps finally said, his voice hoarse. I nodded, my mind spinning with Ravager's revelations. As we left the galley, I turned back for a final glance at Ravager. The notorious pirate, the fugitive, was now our potential ally. The universe, it seemed, had a strange sense of humor.

After we'd retreated to the ship's cockpit, I couldn't help but ask, "What now, Ravager? What's your plan?"

He turned to look at me, a spark of something I couldn't quite place in his eyes. "Wherever you take me. I used to believe in a higher power, and somewhere along the way, I chose to become the higher power. But with you, I believe in your journey, and I believe I am exactly where I am supposed to be."

He let the words hang in the air, his gaze never wavering from mine. "The choice of what we do next," he continued, his voice softer now, "that's up to you."

The weight of his words settled heavy on my shoulders. Muk, the former pirate, the man who had once been our enemy, was now entrusting his future to us. It was a surreal turn of events, one that left us with a decision that could alter our course forever.