Waterelement
09-07-2006, 11:57 PM
Hey guys, I know how many pirate fans there are out there, So Im now writing a story based on a pirate's life. Enjoy!
Chapter 1
The Wretched Life
Suddenly, a man walked into the soiled Parlor, he hastily took out a vise, and walked over to one of the tables. Pulling a leg off the table, he carved a large Basin in the center of the leg.
"Fill this up with rum," He ordered the bar tender, in his deep, scratching voice.
"Yes sir,' The bar tender said, taking out a bottle of rum, and pouring it into the basin.
"Give me the bottle," He snapped, snatching the bottle from his hands, and also taking his basin full of rum.
"Thats two gold pieces," The bar tender said.
"I take what I want, when I want," The man said, pulling out a sword, and holding it the Bar tender's neck.
"Yes, you do as you please," The bar tender said, with panic in his voice.
A scream in the night, a corpse on the ground, and a pirate on the run.
The Man came to some reeds outside, rustling through them as quickly and quietly as possible. Everyone on the seas now new RumLips The Pirate.
"Arggg... I reckin you get caught again," One of his crew mates asked, Smirking.
"Why you bother? You know you you'll will be thrown over board for the kind of talk," RumLips said.
"Heh, by the end of your life, everyone will know RumLips the Pirate," The crewmember continued.
"Aye, that they will, that they will," Rumlips said.
RumLips walked down to the lower deck of the boat.
"Aye, we be setting sail at dawn," He said to the crew.
"Aye, but what if they found us by then," One asked.
"Then git rid of them of course! Thats what us pirates do best," RumLips replied.
"Arggg," The all yelled.
RumLips went into the Captin's Quarter, putting his Pirate hat on the table, looking out of his window, at the great open sea.
"I can't remember a time when I was Happier. I know it a bit rough bein a Pirate, buts Its the way I live and Want to live. I better get some rest, before we set sail that is," RumLips, walked towards his bed, sitting down, and pulling his wooden leg up on the bed, putting his head on his pillow.
"Aye, this be the life matey haha yes it is."
The Evening came, bringing the brisk ocean to a halt. The Water was smooth, looking like a mirror.
"Its a calm one, Aye Matey," RumLips asked a crew member.
"That it is captain. Any ideas when we should put her sails down," The Crew Member asked.
"Put her sails down and we will set sail," RumLips said.
The Crew Pulled the sails down, and pulled the ancor up. They ship went with the winds, out to sea.
Pete watched the ship pull away from the shore. He sighed, looking at his feet in the soft Sea Sand.
"Peter, come in soon," Peters Moother yelled.
"Coming," Peter said, walking off into his home.
"Dinner is ready, sweety," His mother said, putting some corn, Mashed Potatos, and Water on the table.
"Why such a little share, mother," Peter asked.
"Your father is Ill, and hasn't been able to go to work. So for now we will have smaller limits Okay Peter," His mother asked.
"Yes, Ma'am," Peter said. Peter quickly ate his share and walked outside. He ran down to the shore, the wet, soggy sand sinking into his toes, as he reasched the shore.
"What is that," He said, looking out at a ship, casting a light in the chilly night. "A Ship..?"
Suddenly, the Ship Came closer and closer to shore. Peter walked back away from the aproching ship. The Ship's bow pushed through the sand, ripping the shore's waters apart, and stopping. A man, very chubby, with a beard that looked like it hadn't been brushed for years and a pirate hat that was slightly torn jumped from the ship. Weighed down with his many clothes, he slowy aproached Peter.
"Im scared," Peter cried, starting to run away.
Note: This is not the entire chapter. I dont write stories with those really short chapters.
Please comment.
Chapter 1
The Wretched Life
Suddenly, a man walked into the soiled Parlor, he hastily took out a vise, and walked over to one of the tables. Pulling a leg off the table, he carved a large Basin in the center of the leg.
"Fill this up with rum," He ordered the bar tender, in his deep, scratching voice.
"Yes sir,' The bar tender said, taking out a bottle of rum, and pouring it into the basin.
"Give me the bottle," He snapped, snatching the bottle from his hands, and also taking his basin full of rum.
"Thats two gold pieces," The bar tender said.
"I take what I want, when I want," The man said, pulling out a sword, and holding it the Bar tender's neck.
"Yes, you do as you please," The bar tender said, with panic in his voice.
A scream in the night, a corpse on the ground, and a pirate on the run.
The Man came to some reeds outside, rustling through them as quickly and quietly as possible. Everyone on the seas now new RumLips The Pirate.
"Arggg... I reckin you get caught again," One of his crew mates asked, Smirking.
"Why you bother? You know you you'll will be thrown over board for the kind of talk," RumLips said.
"Heh, by the end of your life, everyone will know RumLips the Pirate," The crewmember continued.
"Aye, that they will, that they will," Rumlips said.
RumLips walked down to the lower deck of the boat.
"Aye, we be setting sail at dawn," He said to the crew.
"Aye, but what if they found us by then," One asked.
"Then git rid of them of course! Thats what us pirates do best," RumLips replied.
"Arggg," The all yelled.
RumLips went into the Captin's Quarter, putting his Pirate hat on the table, looking out of his window, at the great open sea.
"I can't remember a time when I was Happier. I know it a bit rough bein a Pirate, buts Its the way I live and Want to live. I better get some rest, before we set sail that is," RumLips, walked towards his bed, sitting down, and pulling his wooden leg up on the bed, putting his head on his pillow.
"Aye, this be the life matey haha yes it is."
The Evening came, bringing the brisk ocean to a halt. The Water was smooth, looking like a mirror.
"Its a calm one, Aye Matey," RumLips asked a crew member.
"That it is captain. Any ideas when we should put her sails down," The Crew Member asked.
"Put her sails down and we will set sail," RumLips said.
The Crew Pulled the sails down, and pulled the ancor up. They ship went with the winds, out to sea.
Pete watched the ship pull away from the shore. He sighed, looking at his feet in the soft Sea Sand.
"Peter, come in soon," Peters Moother yelled.
"Coming," Peter said, walking off into his home.
"Dinner is ready, sweety," His mother said, putting some corn, Mashed Potatos, and Water on the table.
"Why such a little share, mother," Peter asked.
"Your father is Ill, and hasn't been able to go to work. So for now we will have smaller limits Okay Peter," His mother asked.
"Yes, Ma'am," Peter said. Peter quickly ate his share and walked outside. He ran down to the shore, the wet, soggy sand sinking into his toes, as he reasched the shore.
"What is that," He said, looking out at a ship, casting a light in the chilly night. "A Ship..?"
Suddenly, the Ship Came closer and closer to shore. Peter walked back away from the aproching ship. The Ship's bow pushed through the sand, ripping the shore's waters apart, and stopping. A man, very chubby, with a beard that looked like it hadn't been brushed for years and a pirate hat that was slightly torn jumped from the ship. Weighed down with his many clothes, he slowy aproached Peter.
"Im scared," Peter cried, starting to run away.
Note: This is not the entire chapter. I dont write stories with those really short chapters.
Please comment.