A Pirate’s Life for Me

The wind blows gently

The red sails fill with its essence, guiding the ship to wherever it may roam

The crystal blue waters foam and crash against the hull

The rippling waves are sliced by the wooden form that slips through their centers

The sun is warm, so warm that any unfortunate marooned men would bake under its heat

The crew of the Jackdaw doesn’t seem to mind

They sail where they want and plunder as they please

But lo!

An enemy man o’ war appears in the distance, and it looks like a storm’s coming!

The sun fades behind dark grey clouds

The heavens cry down heavily upon the deck of the ship

The gentle winds transform into rabid gales

Ravaging monsters of salty brine jolt the Jackdaw to and fro, choking the men onboard

Lightning strikes down only a moth’s wing away from the starboard bow, deafening and electrified

The enemy ship is in sight, towering over the ocean in a mass of sails and cannons

Turning the ship parallel to the devil, the captain yells,

“Fire!”

A barrage of metal rains down on both parties, sending flames towards the sky from whence they came

The storm is at its peak, and the thrill of the battle has only begun

What a life of treasure-hunting exhilaration I’ve created for myself: the life of

A pirate