It was a clear night with a full moon. The light was enough that we could make out every detail of the ship. I’m still not sure if the fact that we didn’t have to light any lanterns worked to our advantage or not. The wind was calm, so we weren’t moving very fast.

The crew was in a jovial mood that night. Most of them were on the deck drinking grog and singing “Yo Ho Yo Ho”. I was on the deck enjoying myself like the rest of the crew having a bit too much of the grog. Ol’ Jim was manning the wheel, while the captain was looking out over the ocean.

It was a couple hours past sundown when the attack began. No one saw the other ship pull up by ours. No one heard the oars of the other ship in the water. The first thing we heard was the scraping sound of a grappling hook being pulled across our deck. “Yarr, we are bein boarded” someone yelled. I turned to the sound and saw four more hooks fly up and catch onto the rail of our ship. Within moments we were surrounded by ninjas.