The ocean breeze ghosts over my pale features. A soft lullaby drifts past my ears. The water, it's calling me in a whisper. It splashes over the side of my ship as the crew bustles about on deck. I look over to see the mesmerizing water.
I see someone, splashing around as the water reaches out like claws pulling this strange man into its icy depths. I yell to my crew as I rush down into the blackness to save him.
Ringing in my ears as wind whizzes past me.
I hit the water with a dizzying force.
He latches onto me, thankful that he's been spared of the oceans wrath. A rope is sent spiraling down to us, I wrap it around my forearm and hold onto it tightly. We're lifted from our watery grave and back onto the ship I captain. He's breathing, He's talking, saying his thanks.
He's American
Why is an American in the black water off the coast of Britain? Well it's just luck to be rescued by pirates. He'll repay me for this somehow, I did just save him from the unforgiving ocean after all.
A/N: I know I should be working on My life in the new hell but hey shot me! This was originally a poem for my English class buuuuut I just couldn't pass up the opportunity! I'm working on the second chapter...just so you know all my chapter stories are going to start out like this with a small prolog but I am going to keep this in Iggys point of view and from the first person too