Re: [Part 7] Pirate!UK/US - Freedom (1c/?)
anonymous
June 27 2010, 05:18:17 UTC
In the dark, he lay on his comfortable mattress and stared listlessly out the window, at the black sky, blanketed by clouds, yearning for another life. Yearning for a life where he doesn’t represent his father, where he has nothing to do with politics, where he can just do whatever he wants, whenever he wanted. Like going on an adventure, digging for lost gold… But he knew that such a life is not possible, not in the world he lives in. “This sucks.” He sighed loudly and turned on his bed, looking forward to a night’s rest.
-
Not too far off the coast, among the vast murky black waters of the ocean, laid a large narrow ship. Within, there was a group of men surrounding a lone wooden table in the middle of the cabin, around a single candlelight. On the table lay a paper that mapped the western world. They whispered harshly among each other as they waited in anticipation, grinning and sneering like hyenas.
Suddenly, with a loud bang, the door busts open with a kick, and an overbearing man donned in a red coat walked over to the table. With each step, his heavy boots echoed, and the gold accessories he wore clattered and jingled throughout the cabin. He stopped at the table and looked blankly at the map.
The man next to him, his first mate, pointed to a location nearest to them. “Here,” he said in a low voice but it sounded loud in the quiet, “This is where they took him. We’re ready when you are.”
The man donned in red smirked with a deadly intent.
-
The next night, Alfred was out of the house once again, disobeying his father’s wishes and was eating with Jackson, as they planned to do the previous night. As usual, the pub is booming with life and brightness and joy, until everyone quieted down at an unfamiliar muted sound outside.
“Gunshots?” Jackson whispered as he turned to Alfred from the dark windows. “Do you think it’s the marines?”
“I have no idea.”
But the noises stopped. After being sure of themselves that it was nothing to worry about, the pub goes back to its usual activity until gunshots are heard again, but its closer, Alfred thought. The regulars whispered among each other in worry.
Abruptly, all at once, the door is kicked in, the windows are smashed, and the once calm pub is now a jumble of chaos. Women were screaming, men were yelling, tables were flipped and chairs were thrown, and guns were fired to the roof by…
“Pirates!” Alfred exclaimed and grabbed his chair and prepared to throw it, but Jackson yanked his arm harshly.
“What are you doing, Alfred?! Come on, we gotta get out of here!” Jackson doesn’t wait for Alfred’s protest as he grabbed the chair and threw it at the window. He tugged Alfred out of the pub with him. When Alfred looked up, he saw that the town was in disarray. As far as his eyes could see, smoked raised from multiple buildings and everyone ran in the streets. He took a step, and felt something under his foot. It was a body, but Alfred couldn’t tell if it was a pirate, or a soldier, or a civilian. But next to the person’s hands lay a sword that gleamed in the moonlight that caught Alfred’s eye. He reaches down to take it, but Jackson pulls on him. “We need to get out of here!” He runs for it, but when he noticed that Alfred wasn’t running with him, he glanced back and called, “Alfred! Come on!”
Alfred looked back at him, “I won’t run away!”
Jackson shook his head, and ran away.
Alfred, thrilled, grabbed the sword and charged into the chaos.
-
Not too far off the coast, among the vast murky black waters of the ocean, laid a large narrow ship. Within, there was a group of men surrounding a lone wooden table in the middle of the cabin, around a single candlelight. On the table lay a paper that mapped the western world. They whispered harshly among each other as they waited in anticipation, grinning and sneering like hyenas.
Suddenly, with a loud bang, the door busts open with a kick, and an overbearing man donned in a red coat walked over to the table. With each step, his heavy boots echoed, and the gold accessories he wore clattered and jingled throughout the cabin. He stopped at the table and looked blankly at the map.
The man next to him, his first mate, pointed to a location nearest to them. “Here,” he said in a low voice but it sounded loud in the quiet, “This is where they took him. We’re ready when you are.”
The man donned in red smirked with a deadly intent.
-
The next night, Alfred was out of the house once again, disobeying his father’s wishes and was eating with Jackson, as they planned to do the previous night. As usual, the pub is booming with life and brightness and joy, until everyone quieted down at an unfamiliar muted sound outside.
“Gunshots?” Jackson whispered as he turned to Alfred from the dark windows. “Do you think it’s the marines?”
“I have no idea.”
But the noises stopped. After being sure of themselves that it was nothing to worry about, the pub goes back to its usual activity until gunshots are heard again, but its closer, Alfred thought. The regulars whispered among each other in worry.
Abruptly, all at once, the door is kicked in, the windows are smashed, and the once calm pub is now a jumble of chaos. Women were screaming, men were yelling, tables were flipped and chairs were thrown, and guns were fired to the roof by…
“Pirates!” Alfred exclaimed and grabbed his chair and prepared to throw it, but Jackson yanked his arm harshly.
“What are you doing, Alfred?! Come on, we gotta get out of here!” Jackson doesn’t wait for Alfred’s protest as he grabbed the chair and threw it at the window. He tugged Alfred out of the pub with him. When Alfred looked up, he saw that the town was in disarray. As far as his eyes could see, smoked raised from multiple buildings and everyone ran in the streets. He took a step, and felt something under his foot. It was a body, but Alfred couldn’t tell if it was a pirate, or a soldier, or a civilian. But next to the person’s hands lay a sword that gleamed in the moonlight that caught Alfred’s eye. He reaches down to take it, but Jackson pulls on him. “We need to get out of here!” He runs for it, but when he noticed that Alfred wasn’t running with him, he glanced back and called, “Alfred! Come on!”
Alfred looked back at him, “I won’t run away!”
Jackson shook his head, and ran away.
Alfred, thrilled, grabbed the sword and charged into the chaos.
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