Pirate Peril

Sequel to Winter Crisis. I wrote this around 6 months ago, before I knew about this website, but enjoy all the same! Sorry for the current absence of a cover, I'll have one soon, as it is handrawn. And I'll also find the blurb to add.
We join Lydia on her second adventure, as she sets out on the deep when chaos hits home. Can she survive the raging waters?


6. Stowaway

The boat was cramped. Very cramped. Lydia could survive there. Each morning, she would sneak out and into the kitchen, gathering scraps of food the pirates had carelessly flung onto chopping boards and shelves. As for water, that wasn’t so easy, there just happened to be a cool room beneath the ship, where water, fruit-and other things were kept. However, it was arduous, as Lydia began feeling forlorn as the days flitted by.

But this absence of human contact did not last for long, for Lydia was soon surrounded by living (or living-according to science) people, although they didn’t look like typical people, with their ‘clothing’ ragged and barely recognizable as clothing if it wasn’t strewn across their pirate-like figures. As they eyed their plates hungrily, she impudently approached the door to which the pirates had their backs turned, then wordlessly opened the door a crack and proceeded on to unbolt a second door so she could finally flip open the hatch that drew her closer to the indistinct shouts and screams. “I have to do this, I have to do this, I have to do this….” Repeated Lydia. For all the rickety descent downward, she muttered this under her breath, hoping that she would listen to herself. Lydia hit the planks with a clunk; she probed the tenebrous room with her eyes, ultimately finding several people bound in a corner. As she neared them, a pirate slid into the room and Lydia felt it was a miracle she wasn’t seen! “Think I might ‘ave a go wi’ this…” The pirate grumbled. BANG! The sound of the gunshot resonated throughout the room, while the pirate praised the gun, saying “This thing we got in the ocean ain’t that bad!” Then he slumped off.

Lydia was in a hypnotic state, in a way, her eyes were transfixed on the scene and her body was paralyzed. As she climbed back up the ladder and scrabbled to her hiding place, Lydia was left wondering if this was her life, tragedy then peace, tragedy then peace.

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