Pirate Blurp

[Ravenwood]

Seas are too traitorous for sailing but that stop only the sensible. The Hail Mary and her crew continue on through the night. To be in real truth this was no night. The storm was all too strong and powerful and clouds of blackness covered the light. A crew man Jimmy climbs up the ropes to repair a tail.

 

"Get this ship south at all cost men!" the captain yells from the poop deck.

 

"You heard the captain onward to Hell," the first mate yells over the raging storm.

 

 

 

Philip the peg legged man get out from the below and heads to the first mate. "She taking on water and we arenÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t going to make it much longer," he shouts.

 

 

 

"Onward south mates!" the first mate yells over the storm paying no attention to Phil. Besides who would he's an old timer and has one leg.

 

 

 

"Wave," Jimmy shouts in fear. Soon the captain sights the gargantuan wave raging in a battle of wit head for the bow of the ship. Suddenly the men brace themselves and other crew men hurrying to dump pales of water from below stop and close the hatches. What a sight to see the ship. The captain braced the wave like it is calling. An abrupt crash sends men toppling all over the deck. Philip the peg legged man goes over board with no peace. Screams are still heard a minute after the waves hit but none even try to save him

 

 

 

"Onward to Hell," the first mate yells again. Surprisingly few things were drifted away by the big wave but still the Hail Mary wasn't in good condition. Constant salt water pores onto the deck while the rain above drowns the deck.

 

 

 

Soon the fail is fixed thanks to Jimmy and that ship start to pick up speed traveling the fluctuating sea. None figure they would make it and by looks the storm was far from ever. A new man comes from starboard and approaches the captain. "We need to head east now," the lad explained. "There a group of islands we can take shelter in."

 

 

 

The captain looks at him with no expression. In a clasp of thunder the heavens cover the lead bullet's sound hitting the ladÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s chest. A wave comes taking all memory of the lad away from the earth and sea.

 

 

 

"Jimmy whereÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s Philip?" the first mate asks.

 

 

 

"He went over board with the wave," Jimmy shouts in response.

 

 

 

"Your second mate then if you find his spare wooden leg and bring it to me," the first mate yells bracing for another huge wave.

 

 

 

"Aye Aye"

 

 

 

Jimmy runs of and the storm continues. Water spouts are now seen in the distant south and the captain still holds no expression. The first mate looks back to the captain standing above on the poop deck. He knows. The first mate no all. The captain has a million things whizzing about his mind right now. Although the only freighting thing was death was in no part one of them.

 

 

 

"Samuel," Jimmy had come back already. "Here she is."

 

 

 

"Good Jimmy now go tend to the sails again. Men tend to the sails," the first mate yells.

 

 

 

The remaining men tend to the Hail Mary's sails. Only seven men stand breathing on the ship now. Although two men knew another would be claimed in the next moment or so. No the sea would not this sailor pigs life. Stand off between the two men on the pooped deck were in fiats hands.

 

 

 

"She's a heading south alright captain,ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

[Xewleer]

hmmm... I like it! please do more!