A sailor's tale

Jack has been marooned on a desert island, struggling to survive, he doesn't realise he has awoken a dark secret when he finds a map leading to an ancient treasure. You know what they say... X marks the spot...

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4. Flashbacks

The flames of my campfire danced in among the embers as I warmed my hands on the heat radiating off them. I had earlier bandaged my leg with a strip of my shirt. The gash had eventually stopped oozing blood, as the sun slowly sunk into the horizon.

 

A campfire is supposed to lift the spirits, but tonight, it just made me think of how I had come to be here. I was soon drifting into the past; back to the storm...

 

The waves were crashing into her bow, as she struggled to keep going straight. "The eye of the storm" was getting  battered. Rain spattered on the deck, soaking the crew relentlessly. Everyone was trying to keep the ship in control, there was no-one below deck. Well, no-one except me...

I'd snuck into the galley to see if I could lay my hands on any food; I was starving, the rations were always so small. I lifted lids off wicker baskets, cramming my mouth with stale, salty oat biscuits. But all the while, I didn't realise I was being watched from behind the curtain. He stepped into the dim light, a black coat swishing around his ankles and his yellowed teeth smiled a wicked smile. A moth-eaten black hat extended with a red feather completed his look. He was not a man you wanted to see when your mouth was full of stolen biscuits. This man looked for reasons to punish his crew members and I was not likely to get away lightly for this. For this man, was the notorious, Captain Flint... His strong, worn hands grabbed at my collar and he dragged me all the way up to the deck where the storm was subsiding. He threw my body onto the slippery deck and kicked me sharply in the back. Turning to the crew and foaming at the mouth he started yelling something but it was inaudible above the storm. I didn't nee to hear it to know that it was about me. Then he turned to face me...And with more venom in his voice than a wasp sting, he threw the words "soon boy...you'll wish you'd never been born..." My head with spinning with the greatest fear I've ever felt and anxiety of what my fate would be. I can vaguely remember my hands being bound with such ferocious viciousness that I could instantly feel it bite into my flesh...  

 

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