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?


21. Where The Sun Shines

Blankets were strewn across the floor and girls giggled. The curtains were drawn yet the moon still shone through the material. Lydia had begged her Father to call Heather and her family and invite them for a sleepover. “Dad…” Lydia began in a polite tone. “Yes…” Her Father mimicked her tone. “Can we call Heather and ask her if she wants to come and sleep over?” She quickly pleaded. “I don’t know…” He was considering it-she could tell. Considering that he had never had a good relationship with Heather’s Father, Lydia made allowance for his uncertainty. Instead, she widened her eyes desperately. “Okay…” He sighed irritably. “Yes!” Exclaimed Lydia. Several hours later, Lydia, Lilly and Heather were unfolding their sleeping bags and blankets, and changing into their pyjamas. Lilly had chosen a velvet blue night top, which was, unfortunately, sleeveless! Also, a night-skirt floated gently in the wind, as it whipped at the pirate girl’s legs. Lilly’s hair was in the same two plaits as usual. Heather had brought a comfortable set consisting of a lilac shirt and long trousers that gathered at her heels. Her long, smooth, purple hair was swept into a small bun-Chinese style. Lydia’s satin dress turned out to be very stylish, besides being terribly chilly. She had used a hair bobble to hold back her locks of brown hair.

They’d talked about TV, books, magazines, hairstyles, and finally, the subject settled on Lydia’s recent adventures. “So, what happened again?” Heather eagerly awaited her answer. “My dad went away. He didn’t come back so I went out to find him-but my raft crashed. I ended up on the pirate ship, the one Lilly’s dad captained.” Lydia said. Heather nodded in acknowledgment. “Then I found my dad and the other prisoners. We got off the boat-“ “How?” Heather wondered. “We Jumped.” Lilly replied. “Into the sea?” Heather Gagged. “Onto a boat in the sea.” Corrected Lydia. “Oh.” A silence fell over the room once more. “So, we got away, but when I was building yet another raft from our practically murdered boat, Lilly’s Dad-” She gestured Lilly through the newly shattered silence, “-turned up and he…died.” She gulped slowly as if she had only seen it in passing and not quite realised it. “So we got back home, ‘sorted it out’ and now I’m here with you.” “Not without begging your Dad for ages.” Heather teased. “You know me too well…” Smiled Lydia. Reluctantly, Mr Anderson had agreed with Joseph (Heather’s Father) that they were going to find Lilly’s Mum, whatever it took. Everything was going to be alright. Everything. Perhaps just this once, there was going to be some peace.


(Thanks so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! There's more coming, but I'm working on some other things, so maybe not for a while. Until next time!)

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