The newgate fortress

Paris - France - 1630 - Are you sure you want to do this Thierry? You can sell this map for a good amount. - his friend told him while the young Musketeer prepared, along with seven other people, the small vessel to set sail in the cold French dawn. Thierry smiled, he understood his Musketeer brothers' concern for him to be considered a deserter of the order, but he was determined from the day he won that map in one of the games of chance in the streets of Paris. Paul, the blond friend with the full beard looked on with concern, and why not say fear? Thierry was a wild romantic, a dreamer. He was the best swordplayer Paul had ever known and had an aim like no one else. The order of the Musketeers would lose a lot with this adventure of the delicate, elegant brunette, with an impeccable sense of justice and chivalry that melted women. Married or not. - I do, my friend. - Harry smiled as he placed the last ropes on the deck of the arm and turned with an encouraging smile to Paul. - This map didn't fall into my hands for coincidence. - Of course not, it fell into your hands because you played with the bandits in the center of the city. - Paul countered crossing his arms. - Thierry... forget about it, come back with me, let's have some wine and make small talk... - I'm afraid now isn't the best time. - he replied. - Almost everything is ready, we have to leave before dawn to not be seen. - What will I tell Jean? To Marlon? And the commander? Can't go away like smoke, they'll miss you! - You are not going? Thierry joked. - I'm serious, Thierry! You might be considered a deserter! If you come back, you could be sentenced to death! This is serious brother... It won't. - Paul asked again, praying internally that his friend would hear the voice of reason and give up that madness. Thierry let out a long breath as he looked at his friend, seeing concern in his blue eyes. - We always hear about the treasure of Dardenus Newgate, how it is a gigantic treasure that barely fits in Darden's own ship. There was no sign of its location until I got this map. - held up a rolled-up paper with yellow stains. - This is our chance Paul, if I find this treasure, Walgonrei's treasure, we can leave this lifeof Musketeers, we can live like Lords and Counts in the richest regions of France! Me, you, Marlon and Jean! - We would be deserters! - Paul said with a certain impatience in his voice. - Nothing guarantees that this map will lead you to this treasure, this is just a legend, Thierry! For God's sake, forget about this madness! - I don't think so, Paul. Thierry placed one of his hands on the blond man's left shoulder and stared into his eyes. - Trust me, I'll come back with this treasure. And do me a favor? Tell my beloved that when I return, she will have more jewelry than she can count. - he smiled sweetly and turned to go back to his boat - Which one?... - Paul asked tiredly. - Thierry. - Yea? - He turned his face for the last time to look at his friend who frowned. - Be careful. And don't die. If you die, I'll kill you. Paul gave up, Thierry used to be very stubborn and didn't give up easily on what was on his mind. From a very young age he had this desire to see beyond Paris and now was his great opportunity. Who was Paul to deny him that? What was left for him was to accept his friend's decision, and wish him a safe journey. And also pray that he didn't die in the middle of his adventure, to order theMusketeers still needed it. Harry boarded his little boat and gave orders to hoist the sails. They sailed. Leaving the Port of Paris towards the middle of the morning, it was cold. Along with Thierry there were more people who, like him, were interested in Walgonrei's treasure. And of course, they wanted their parts as agreed. Thierry was a man of his word, so they could be sure he wouldn't deceive them. The trip was calm, the sea was soft as the wind that touched their dark hair and made a few strands touch their faces. Thierry was too excited to sleep, he stayed on the deck on the arm, with the map between his legs and a candle to give him some light he needed to see the dots on the dirty map. Two islands away until you reach X. Walgonrei's treasure. He thought of the wealth he would gain, not only material but also social. He loved the order of the Musketeers, it had been his home and family since he was very young, but he didn't want to stay there forever. He wanted a nice home, a beautiful wife who would bear him several children and die of natural causes in a warm bed. The real problem was choosing a wife, a romantic man had that difficulty. He loved women, of that he was sure. The winds seemed to favor the small crew, taking the boat with more speed to its so desired destination. - I heard that the Walgonrei treasure is so huge that we're going to need another boat if we want to take it all back to France. - One of the crew commented to his colleague while Thierry watched, sitting next to the ropes that held the sails, the compass pointing to the North. - And I heard... that the owner of the treasure, Dardeno Newgate, was a giant man, almost three meters tall, a true monster of pure brute force that single-handedly destroyed several pirate ships that wanted to face him. They were legends, everyone knew, to this day no one alive had confirmed that Dardenus Newgate had really existed. These were all stories these men had heard as boys and were now passing on to others on board. Thierry himself had grown up in the order listening to these stories of the cook and marveled every time he sat down to dinner and told the stories of Walgonrei's treasure and about Dardeno Newgate. At no time did Thierry think that map was wrong or false, he had confidence, he felt he was doing the right thing and when his sixth sense told him that, he never objected. He would see the wonders of the New World up close and come back to tell his Musketeer brothers all about it! Three days and two nights have passed since the boat left the Port of Paris. What was seen in front was water feathers, back and sidesalso. They were in the middle of the sea. - Monsieur, are you sure we're on the right path? asked the eldest of the crew, with gray hair and beard. - It's been three days, and we only see water. Our supplies are going to run out in two more. We need to stop at some port to refuel. - We don't know if there will be land in two days, it's capable of running out of water to drink. - warned a young man with little beard. - We will arrive in less than a day, believe me, this treasure is just waiting for us and we are lucky the Island is not on a more distant continent. - Thierry replied focused on the map and looking at the immensity of water in front of him. The crew trusted Thierry, if he knew what he was doing who would they be to disagree? They then began to save food and water, consuming what little they could to maintain themselves longer on their journey until through binoculars, Thierry watched black clouds approaching. - A storm is coming. Men! Get ready! - - warned the brunette as he tucked the map of his treasure into his robes. Within minutes the water from the sky began to fall with ferocity. strong, with thunder so loud ones that could be heard meters away and lightning that threatened to strike the small vessel in the middle of the rough sea and beginning to fill with salt water on its deck. - Thierry! shouted the ship's elder. - We'll end up sinking! - No! We will not! Keep calm! - Thierry replied holding the pole tightly, he was not a captain or a pirate, he was a musketeer who at the moment did not know what he was doing or where that pole was turning. But it seems that after Thierry's declaration, the sea grew fiercer. A big wave had formed and was coming towards the small vessel, ready for a shock. - SURE! - ABANDON THE SHIP! The crew began to jump, one by one, into the icy sea. There was nowhere to lean on, the waves crashing into their faces and making them swallow the salt water against their will. - Men! Men hold on to the floating boards! Thierry yelled as he craned his neck so he could breathe. He knew how to swim, it was part of his training as a musketeer, but with that storm and the strong waves in his direction, he thought for a moment that there would be no escape for them. It was foolish, he led those poor men to their deaths for a treasure that perhaps even existed. His last moments would be of pure regret... - Thierry! THIERRY! was the last thing he heard, his men screaming for him. He swallowed so much water that he began to lose consciousness, his body no longer struggled to struggle and stand on water to breathe. Erased.