User:Coyote and Smart Alek Co.

Helo helo and que onda My name is Coyote(or Alec Coyotl Villanueva-easier) Guild Master of the FETHERED COYOTE guild. I'm in this wiki with the only intention of improving the page Chapter 1: The Black Pearl and other things. Sorry if I have writen something that you thought was more an opinion than a fact, really. What Im really proud of is Ive improved the articles about the Spanish Undead because they were in a seriously bad condition, now theyre fairly respectable articles. Im-proudly-from Mexico(I could make a template for that!)but Im very fluent in english. When not trying to free the black pearl or help my guild I spend my time privateering for the Spanish in Andoso or Andaba, or trying to recruit new pirates in the beaches of Tortuga. How about me story? END OF THE MAP MATE, HERE THERE BE MONSTERS!!!

Coyote, or Alec Coyotle Villanueva, is said to be a gentleman and a great storyteller, aswell as an honest privateer and pirate. He was born in the Port of Veracruz, in New Spain. Being the son of a honest sailor and of an indegenous aztec decendant, he didnt have the greatest future at the time in New Spain, but he still was happy and had a good life on the exporting and importing seafaring buisness, but as we all know the EITC made that very hard in the caribean..and a impossible to make profit. One faithful day in a trip to the caribbean he was expecting a relaxing trip through those blue water but his ship was attacked by an apparently "cripled" ship, as he later found out, a Phantom. This atrocity got closer and closer as everyone watched in disbelief, not knowing what to do. His ship got dismasted, shattered, and partially boarded by undead who looked for plunder and to take the lifes of helpless seaman, this being the last things he saw as he fainted and as his beloved merchant ship, La Palmerita, burned. In the initiall attack a cannonball shatered parts close to where he standed, he fell overboard, badly injured he watched the event unfold with a blurry vision. Unfortunatly he never found out what happend to the crew, he didnt want to know neither, anyway he was found by a EITC Convertte floating in a piece of wood later. He was immediatly suspected of piracy  by the mediocre, currupt, and abusive captain and his crew. Although he argued, a trait of his, nothing he said was believed and he was acused of being part of a crew of pirates who raided a nerby EITC Sentinel ship, in other words, instead of persuing the pirate ship the EITC desided to make him responsible for being at the wrong place at the wrong time. He tried to explain but recieved a hard punch in the face by a thug.
 * Coyote the pirate

Next he knew he was in a little island named Rambleshak. Still dizzy he swore revange and if there was one way to have it he would do anything to make pay the people who did this to him and destroyed his ship he would take it. And what do you know...his opportinuty came when he was conviniently helped by a man standing next to him, Jack Sparrow. He helped him escape Rambleshack and apparently asked for a "small" favor in return, to help him get his ship back. Then he was involved to deep in what he had been accused of...piracy. The sence of adventure and freedom made him unable to turn away.

He eventually got his revenge. One sunny morning he recieved a tip out of a cowardly cadet who told him that the details of some Navy and EITC ships and their crews where at an office in Fort Charles. He managed to get in and quickly searched through a pile of papers, searching for the ship. He found the ship and where it should be stationed. Sneaky! After months after the event he was finally about to have his revenge, he furiosly attacked the Convertte completely shattering its rear and boarded the ship in the front by himself, wich proved to be better. He battled and took out the first Thug in the front with a clash of swords and a sweep, the second in the middle of the deck offered little resistance after trowing a dagger and being to late to take his sword out and pushed the third overboard as they crossed swords and finally he went to find the captain. "Remember me?!" "You pirate!" "Its Co-yo-te!" he said in rage as the two clashed swords. The cowrdly Thug captain after clashing swords two times went behind a barrel and pushed it torwards him trying to gain the upper hand on Coyote. Coyote dodged the barrel jumping to the left, the captain pulled out his dagger with his left hand and try to quickly get infront of Coyote to stab him, Coyote jumped to the left again and with his cutlass slashed his chest as he turned. The captain fell to the floor and as he died he tried to murmur salty words. "Thats what you get for you and your crew's actions, they have cought up to you, your debts have been seattled" Coyote said as he cleaned the blood from his war cutlass. With that he took a Royal treasure chest with many jewels, probably from Becketts Quarry, with a blue one he used for a ring, a couple of crates with spices  wich he used to make a nice profit, rum, and a flag he kept. Back in his light sloop, the proud, beatiful, loved, and majestic Silver Wolf, he saw the Thug he threw overboard trying to climb back up to the Convertte although it was tacking water and would be useless to the EITC soon enough, probably out of desesperation. He shouted in his direction "Dead men tell no tales, but the skeletons may not be so forgiving as I was"! There he left with a heavy heart but with somewhat of a forgivable satisfaction as the Thug watched in horror, perhaps of being stranded in Cutthrought Isle if help didnt come soon.Coyote and Smart Alek Co. 04:29, March 20, 2011 (UTC)...Yes there be more.

Im a very devoted Spanish privateer, always on the look-out to serve my motherland of New Spain. currently editing
 * Becoming an honest spanish privateer.

After Coyote's great succseses against light French forces everything seemed to be going well, no troubles or worries, just a great sense of purpose and freedom. Unknown to him, a plot was forming agaist him. Undead French forces planed to get rid of Coyote, either by order of Jolly Roger who, thanks to Coyote's succes in commanding unexpirienced privateers who would otherwise be killed, wasnt getting enough Spanish Undead, or just a personal vandeta from French(who do want to continue their fight with the Spanish). "I wonder if they do that to the war galleon captains that have a full complement of gunners, all fireing fury rounds at their enemy..all under the flag of Spain..". In the middle of the night, a 2 little rowboats arrived silently on the beaches of Tortuga, in total carring an undead force of 8 French Maitres, led by 2 French lieutenants, all the force being led by a French Capitaine. They crawled through the jungle and got behind the houses. When they were about to storm his little house in the north of Tortuga, Coyote was, afterall, sleeping. You get tired after all the hours under the hot caribbean sun, savvy? The Undead French didnt bother in entering quielty. When Coyote heard the door blow open and jars breaking he woke up shaken. "Aaa-eee?!" he quickly grabed his heavy scattergun next to him, out of inxtinct. He thought it was the EITC, the Navy would at least knock on the door, or robbers. It was one of those increadibly lucky things you dont predict, his the heavy scattergun was loaded with silver shots. He got up and opened the room's door to go down the stairs, just wearing a shirt and his trousers. 3 Maitres led by their lieutenant were coming up the stairs. Coyote was already aiming down the stairs, planning to threat the robber's into surrender but he soon figured out his uninvited guests coundnt be less interested in his posesions. "Whaaaat the..", Coyote was surprised but he shot towards the undead quickly, all it took was one shot to kill all 3 Maitres, as the lieutenant saw with his empty eye sokets, opened wide in surprise, but he quicky staggered to the ground as he got hit in the leg and chest, he was still willing to fight though. With the butt of the gun Coyote hit the lieutenant's skull, still on his knees the lieutenant went backwards and withered away. Coyote breathed heavily and didnt know what was happening, he grabbed the on deck-hands cutlass he kept on the wall and reloaded the scattergun as he watched from the stairs. Then he immediatly saw another French Maitre, the 4th, by the broken front door. "Filthy Undead!" he ran to attack it but from up the stairs the rest of the undead force jumped towards him. Coyote later remembered he had left the window open in his room to let some fresh air in juat how he liked it, thats how the second undead force had entered. Startled, Coyote tried to retreat towards the small living room from the front door and get a good shot at the undead, he sweeped at the Maitre who was over his broken door but that didnt kill him, so Coyote realized he was getting overwhelmed quicklupy. He shot at the Undead French Force but he missed the French Capitaine, but 3 Maitres went down and hurt the second lieutenant, leaving only 2 Maitres, 1 hurt liutenant, and the French Capitaine. The scattergun was powerfull but he had to leave it behind now and tossed it to a chair. Coyote dodged the French group by swiflty moving to the left, quickly fought a Maitre slashing his side, macking him fall, and plunged his cutlass into his chest killing him, made a sweep that again, only hurt the remaining 3 French soilders. He had no potions at hand and now the French liutenant had grabed his sword's blade. Coyote was now very nervous and had his blood was pumping quickly. "Let go!" he said and dodged a downwards slash from the Capitaine. "Move!" he said to a Maitre as he gave him a qick on his ribs. Coyote decided to forget about the sword and went towards a table(that had the chair Coyote tossed his scattergun into, to the side) that had a bottle on top. He grabbed the bottle, broke it on the Maitres head and the gave him a hard kick with his fore arm-making him drop dead. Unfortunatly the French Capitaine, who was now very frustrated, gave Coyote a hard blow to Coyote's left side and then made him fall with a hard hit of his boney forearm to the side of his head. Coyote was tired and hurt, then the almost dead French lieutenant stumped on his head, bringing Coyote an undesireable deja-vu. "Aaaah!" Coyote then got in and out of consiousness. He saw the only two remaining foggy shadows carring him and slaming the bent-in-half front door shut, probably so nobody would suspect anything. He, in his moments of consiousness, tought about how this couldve happened. Was he followed home once? Jolly Roger still had a fair share of spies, so did anyone say anything? How? In anyway he felt being carried to a rowboat, then harshly thrown into a rotten wood deck. Probably one of their unearthly sloops. The next thing he knew was that he was shackled to a wood pole in an abandoned shack that missed the front and left wall but was otherwise somewhat intact but the fact that it was opened to the outside remained. He was obviously in Isla Cangrejos, 3 reasons for it. He was dragged here by Undead French, he had seen some Uniformed French roaming by, and he had to shoo a crab away that was almost half his size. He had little chance of escape now, a French lieutenant came to him with and told him with a dry yet very evil grin that General Le Lapon Rogue was expecting to see him and then give him to his troops to do as they wished after he arrived from a "conference" with "Pirate Lord of the Caribbean, Master Jolly Roger" and threw him an opened coconout to eat, he noticed that at least his wounds had been treated. He had heard that Jolly was recalling useless parts of his army but, Coyote knew, that if he didn't escape soon he would be some good boots, a cruel source of entretainment or something worse, like fine dinner. He wasnt really expecting to enter the undead ranks as a Spanish Capitan.
 * Unconventional French Coyotenapping
 * Rescued by Coyote Senior(cont.)