A Pirate's Life: Short Story by Frank-A-Lanka, literature
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A Pirate's Life: Short Story
You breathed in the fresh air as the ship sailed along. You were heading to the Caribbean with Arthur and his crew to save Alfred. You turned away from the railing and you basically ran into Francis. You frowned. Was he standing behind you this whole time? "Oh, sorry Francis." you said as you backed away against the railing. Francis chuckled and leaned next to you. "It's not a problem ma cheri. I was in your way." You sighed. You knew the Frenchman was going to try to sweet talk you again. "But, what would you say to me being in your way more, cheri?" You yanked your hand away before he could try to take it and kiss it.
"Do I have to slap yo
A Pirate's Life: Chap 8 by Frank-A-Lanka, literature
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A Pirate's Life: Chap 8
"What?!" Arthur exclaimed.
You looked away so Scholly wouldn't see your flushed face. He almost kissed me, you thought. You tried to regain your composure and stood up.
"Aye Capt'n. The damn coward stopped and he and every man on his crew are waving white flags!" Scholly said.
You frowned. Were the Italians really that cowardly? Arthur nodded and walked over to his desk. He opened a drawer and pulled out an eye patch. He put it on, and then he grabbed his fancy blood red coat. He put it on and grabbed his hat with the huge feather. He walked over to the door and looked back at you.
"Stay in here, this might be a trick." he said
A Pirate's Life: Chap 7 by Frank-A-Lanka, literature
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A Pirate's Life: Chap 7
You woke up with a smile on your face the next morning. You got up and re-braided your hair. You walked down to the galley humming a song you liked. Jameson saw that you were in a good mood.
"Did ye do it lass?" he asked.
You looked at him and smiled. He nodded and said, "Good. Now can ye focus on helpin' me cook again?"
You laughed and got to work. Jameson grinned in approval and called the first group down when breakfast was ready.
The men came down and scurried forward to get in line. Fursey suddenly showed up out of nowhere and butted in front of them.
"Fursey!" Smith yelled.
Fursey laughed. "Capt'n slept in! I get first
A Pirate's Life: Chap 6 by Frank-A-Lanka, literature
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A Pirate's Life: Chap 6
You said goodnight to Jameson as you walked up to the deck that night. You yawned and looked out at the sea. You shook your head in disbelief. You were going to the Caribbean. You still couldn't believe it. You walked back to Arthur's office. You grinned. Your time on the ship has already been more enjoyable after your agreement with him. But, what Smith said still echoed in your mind. You also wondered why it was such a big deal to the men. You shook your head. Men just didn't make sense to you.
They didn't think straight. Look at Arthur for example.
You knocked on his office door. "Come in."
You walked in and froze. Arthur, Francis, and
A Pirate's Life: Chap 5 by Frank-A-Lanka, literature
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A Pirate's Life: Chap 5
"What?" Kirkland said.
The man, you assumed it was Fursey, nodded. "I followed that Italian and I overheard him talking to some of his men. They started talking about the Jones kid. I knew your Mum didn't let Al's name be Kirkland and all so I knew it was him. He's on Kiku's ship in the Caribbean. The Italian is casting off in the morning. All we have to do is get the Italian bastard before he leaves and go." he said.
You could see the excitement in his eyes. Kirkland shook his head.
"No, Kiku will know something is up if his partner doesn't arrive when he's supposed to. We will follow him and he will lead us straight to Kiku."
Fursey nod
A Pirate's Life: Chap 4 by Frank-A-Lanka, literature
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A Pirate's Life: Chap 4
You tried to catch a glimpse of Kirkland so you could see what he was really like but, he always seemed to catch you. You were annoyed with him. Whenever he saw you he acted like a git and yelled at you. It was really starting to irritate you. You wanted to see what he was really like and you were having no luck. You grumbled about it one day as you were taking the tub of scraps out. The ship was now anchored in the towns harbor and Kirkland said he was waiting for a sign from Fursey. You didn't really care. Even though you were enjoying your time on the ship so far you wanted to go home. You already wrote your letter but you haven't been abl
A Pirate's Life: Chap 3 by Frank-A-Lanka, literature
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A Pirate's Life: Chap 3
You looked at the bundle of clothes at your feet and you picked up the item from the top. It was the britches. You sighed and changed into the clothes. You looked at your reflection in the large window. Even with the britches rolled they were too long, a big black belt was the only thing holding them up. The shirts sleeves ended way past your hands. You tucked the shirt in and put on the long vest and tied the strings tight. You rolled up the sleeves of the shirt to your elbows.
You folded your other clothes and set them on the window seat. You walked over to the door and paused. You pulled the collar of the shirt up to your nose. It smelled
A Pirate's Life: Chap 2 by Frank-A-Lanka, literature
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A Pirate's Life: Chap 2
You sat in the middle of the office in a daze for what seemed like hours. The full moon shone through the little window on the far side of the room. You finally pulled yourself together and started to explore around the office. You looked out the window again and almost fainted from surprise. The pirates weren't stealing anything. They weren't even going into the town itself, they were just at the docks. They looked like they were searching for something. They didn't kill either. You shook off your surprise and started to look for a weapon.
"Surely the Captain of a pansy pirate ship has a sword or gun in his office." you grumbled.
You searc
A Pirate's Life: Chap 1 by Frank-A-Lanka, literature
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A Pirate's Life: Chap 1
"Papa! Stop!" you shouted as you dodged a chair.
Your mother and sister were cowering in the corner. Your father came home drunk again and you quickly went over to the corner with the others.
"Shut up wench!" your father yelled as he stumbled drunkenly.
He has never been this bad, you thought. You grabbed a broken chair leg and held it against your chest. You looked at your sister's scared face and saw a bruise on her cheek from this morning. You felt a burning rage boil up from your gut. You relaxed and tightened your grip on the chair leg. You could smell the rum on your father's breath from here. He stumbled closer and you swung the cha