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pirate story [Mar. 16th, 2008|08:14 pm]
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so i started to write a story
but i dont know how to continue it and i have no clue if its even good or not
comments and suggestions please?


London, England /Somewhere in the Ocean


            The cold air stung my face as I stepped onto the boat deck. The wind whipped my long red hair around my face as I looked out over the busy docks, and the dirty city. How glad I was to leave this place! I am 15 years old and happy to be leaving this entire life behind. This past year had been the worst I can remember. My father is a ship captain in His Majesties Royal Navy. He’s 42 years old, and was born and raised in England. He is tall, with brown hair and brown eyes and is very righteous in his ways. My mother was born in Ireland. She had long red hair like mine, with bright green eyes, and as my father said the sweetest of all creatures to walk this earth. She caught a plague last year, and didn’t make it through the winter. My father was so distraught. He couldn’t even look me in the eye anymore. My aunt said it was because I reminded him of my mother. We had the same red hair, and green eyes, but I had more boyish features. I was very small for my age but I had broad shoulders a sharp angles face and a deep voice. I was short and a bit flat-chested yet boys always seemed to like me, but I’m not quite sure why.

            So now I am leaving my childhood home to go to a boarding school in America. My father has had it arranged so I will be able to ride on the ship he captains. Women are not supposed to ride on the Navy War Ships (they usually fought pirates), but since my father was the captain I was allowed as long as I stayed out of the way. So during this long journey I was to stay in my quarters below decks. I hated even the thought of being confined to one room for so long. I took a deep breath of the salty air; I took in all my surroundings for it might be a while before I was outside again.

            “Hurry up men, we can’t start the journey already behind schedule!” my father shouted at the crew, “Anne, why are you still up here? Get down to your quarters, the men don’t need any distractions.”

            I scurried across the deck and down below. I tossed my things on the floor flopped onto the bed. The room was small and damp. It was only big enough me and the bed. How horrible this ride would be. I was finally on a ship, just like I’d always dreamed, but I was stuck down here. I wished to be outside, climbing in the rigging, and helping to sail the ship. I wanted adventure! I was delighted at the chance to leave London, but a boarding school would take the excitement out of it. Ever since I was little I’ve dreamed of going out to sea. Of course that was impossible, I was a woman. I was supposed to learn how to cook, clean, and sew, to be a good wife and mother someday. I couldn’t bear the thought of having a husband to tell me what to do, and when to do it. I just wanted to be free.

            I woke with a start as someone knocked on my door. I had just got on the ship and already I was sick of it, there was nothing to do. I had fallen asleep. I walked over to the door. It was James, one of the ship boys, he couldn’t have been any older then ten.

            “Hello James, what can I do for you?” I asked.

            “I’ve brought you your supper miss,” little James replied.

            “Thank you James,” I said as I took the tray out of his hands. He turned to leave. I shut the door and sat down. I was starving for adventure, and this food could not satisfy that hunger. If I couldn’t go up to the deck then I was going to explore the rest of the ship. I just had to wait until the perfect moment and I had to be careful that no one saw me. I peeked out to door to be sure that James was gone. I stepped out of the room and began to wander around seeing what I could find. I stepped down through a narrow walkway; there were two doors on either side of me. I could hear people in the room to the right so I went to the left. It was a large room with hammocks, and a pile of clothes off to one side. This must be the crews sleeping quarters, I thought to myself. There was a small shiv on the ground. The blade was smooth and shiny, with a rugged wooden handle. Suddenly I heard shouting and running feet up on deck.

“Pirates!” they were shouting.

“It’s Jack Sterling’s ship!” a few screamed.

“Get the guns!” someone yelled.

There weren’t any guns. My father hadn’t bothered to bring any. They thought it was to be a quick journey across, drop me of and head back home. I heard yelling and cries of pain. The pirates were taking no prisoners. Jack Sterling was the meanest of all pirates. He was also the youngest. He was a mere 18, not much older then myself. I had heard stories of him. He was said to be the cruelest of all pirates. He took no prisoners, instead, killed them all, and took everything they had.

All of a sudden I had an idea, a way to earn the freedom I had always dreamed of. I grabbed some of the clothes from the pile and quickly changed into a pair of pants and a loose fitting shirt. I took the shiv and hacked off my hair, and sat up on the nearest hammock, while I thanked god for my boyish features. I couldn’t see what I looked like but I hoped I looked like a boy. I figured that I could act like a prisoner of this ship, and maybe the pirates would take me on as a member of their band of criminals. Yes, I know it was a crazy idea, but they were going to kill me anyways, so what was the harm in trying. Also if they saw that I was a girl, I dread to think of what a bunch of pirates would do if they had their way with me.

I heard someone coming down from the deck. I heard no more yelling. I figured that all of the crew was dead, that meant my father as well. I was now an orphan, but I would mourn later, if given the chance. Right now I had to try to get aboard the pirate ship. Someone came into the room. It was him! It had to be. He was tall and handsome. He had an unruly mop black hair and the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen, staring into them was like staring into the bottomless ocean. He looked at me.

“Hello mate,” I said in my deepest voice, and my thickest Irish accent, “You must be the pirate they were shouting about.”

He pulled out his knife and lunged towards me. I slid off the hammock and stepped backward. Good I thought, he doesn’t seem to notice I’m a girl. I pulled out the shiv and started talking.

 “So mate, why don’t you take me on as a member of your crew, I can help out.”

“And why exactly should I take you. You just a little weakling.” I was shocked; he had an Irish accent as well. His blue eyes now looked menacing rather than sweet. I stepped back again.          

“I’m a hard worker, and I may be small but I’m quick and willing to learn.” I replied. This has to work I thought, I need this, I thought. His face changed again. He looked thoughtful, almost kind.

 “Well it just so happens that I do need an extra man, but one mistake and I’ll feed you to the sharks,” he said the last part so sincerely I was frightened but one look into his laughing eyes calmed me.

“Alright then, lets go mate, hmm and what did you say your name was?,” I said.

“Jack, but as a member of my crew you will call me Captain Sterling, and what am I to call you?” he asked.

“Well I’ll be calling ye Jacky then,” I had to think of a name and fast, “I’m Andrew O’Reilly, but you can call me Andy.” O’Reilly had been my mother’s maiden name. So we climbed out onto the deck. The other men stared at me. The men began talking amongst themselves. They were all big, and muscular with scars all over them. The looked menacing, and cruel. I was surprised that a boy who looked as sweet as Jacky could command these people.

“Alright grab anything you see and lets get outta here,” said Jacky. The crew lumbered onto the other ship, their arms full of what ever they thought to be valuable. As I stepped onto the other boat my life as a pirate began.


[User Picture]From: baracilla
2008-03-17 04:59 am (UTC)
When I have some time I'll try to get around to reading this, but in the meantime could you put it under a cut, pretty please?
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