A Pirate's Tale

We had ship wrecked.  For the fourth time this year. It was starting to get really annoying, but there were freak storms everywhere.  Guess that's what people would call karma for a pirate.  I had been sailing the seven seas since I became of age and nothing as bad as this year had every happened before.

I woke up on the beach. Not necessarily a weird thing after a ship wreck but I'm happy I lived all the same. None of the crew are around me so I should probably start looking for them.  First, I have to stand up though and that is never an easy thing to do when you feel like you inhaled three gallons of sea water and then got slammed against some very sharp rocks.  I start by sitting up.  The world hasn't turned upside down on me yet, which is a good sign.  I finally make it to my feet and have a look around.

We crashed on an island.  Big surprise.  There was a hill that ran up to what looked like a small oasis.  I should probably start there to look for water and the others.  But the beach is so beautiful that I can't not walk around a bit.

The sand is golden and soft.  It isn't really hot either, peculiar for the middle of the day.  There are no rocks or seaweed on the beach, in fact the tide doesn't really go past a certain point, like it is avoiding hitting the island at all.  Everything is really calm, there are no waves in the water and when I look up at the trees they aren't swaying in any wind.  I must have been conscious for a long time, there isn't any sign of a storm blowing through at all.

I also don't see any pieces of our ship. That's great. We will have to start from scratch. Just brilliant.

I keep walking along the edge on the beach, something feels wrong here but I can't put my finger on it.  I stumble here and there, the water must have done something to me or I wouldn't be tripping over nothing.

I feel as if I have been around the whole island when I hear a sound behind me.  I turn around and see her, the Captain.  She also happens to be my mother.

"Thank goodness you are alright!" I shout and start to move toward her.  She isn't moving sluggishly like I am, but it can't be easy for her to move around in the soft sand with her peg leg.  She is holding her cutlass at her side and her eyes tell me that something wrong has happened.

"Mum? Are you alright?" I ask. I am much closer to her now and she is staring at me blankly.

Suddenly she gives a ferocious yowl and charges me.  I fall over into the sand.

I turn and spit grit out of my mouth. That's when I see that my mother is standing over me with her sword pointed at my chest.  I freeze like I had been taught to do.  My weapon had been washed away while I was out and I was completely defenseless.

"What is going on?" My voice is quavering.  The look in my mum's eyes is terrifying.  I have only seen her look this way when one of the crewmen tried to mutiny and she tossed him overboard.  Seriously what kind of idiot mutinies by himself? Anyway, I was horrified.

"You should have known better child." She tells me.  Her voice is soft, but in no way warm.  Her eyes tell of a hatred that I have never experienced before. "This is what was coming for you, what was always coming."

"Mum I don't understand. What has happened to you?" I can feel water on my cheeks and it isn't the kind of salt water you get from a spray of the sea.

"Nothing has happened." She says.  That's when she swings down her sword and stabs me in the chest.

I feel cold, and my shirt is suddenly wet.  I thought there wasn't any waves. That's right there isn't.  Then what is this wetness on my shirt?

I look at my mum and my vision is tinted red.  She is smiling with glee and that's when I know that my mother killed me.

The next thing I see is the bright blue sky over head.

And then...

Nothing.