My Savior

Full Summary: My name is Blair, I am twenty-three and from Scotland. I speak very good English and run my own ship, the Finella, named after my mother who had died from the Black Death, or Black Plague about eighteen years ago. I started sailing at the early age of fifteen, after my father, Daibhidh. I haven't seen my father or any of my family for around five years. It may seem like a long time but I have the warm company of my crew, whom I am very good friends with. There is no need to boss them around like a regular Captain would, they do their work and are very loyal. I've sailed the Pacific ocean for about one year and the Caribbean for two, which I am still currently to this day. This is my story:


"Where to Captain?" My first mate's voice rang through my ears. His name was Alasdair. He was tall and thin, but very strong. He had short, blonde hair and was the most loyal of all the crew. We've known eachother for around ten years.

I sighed heavily. We needed supplies and the only place to go that pirates are allowed, is Tortuga. "We'll sail to Tortuga and stock up there." He nodded and went to work, but first telling our navigator where to go. Breathing in once more of fresh, salted air, I made my way into my Captain's Quarter's. I had maps that needed to be contemplated. I sat down at the table and began my studies, but today wasn't the same for some reason. I seemed too bored to do anything right today. Instead, I walked over to my bed and layed down. I haven't gotten any sleep in two days and was very tired. A little rest wouldn't hurt.

I awoke what seemed like three hours later. Not enough sleep. It wasn't until I got my full senses back I heard the crew yelling about something. The ship seemed to be rocking side to side very harshly. I rubbed my eyes, put my boots on and walked out. Without warning, a huge gush of wind blew into my face, almost knocking me back into my room.

I gasped as a wave of water followed shortly after. Alasdair rushed over to me.

"Captain, it's a storm. Are you alright?" He yelled through the loud crashes of sea water. I nodded and grabbed onto his arm for support. We walked towards the middle of the ship where the ladder that lead below deck was. We hurriedly made our way down, bad choice because it was almost completely flooded down there, but I needed to make sure everything was in order as my duty as Captain.

The winds were picking up speed and the waters were getting harsher by the minute. A rogue wave crashed against the side of the Finella, causing water to come through the holes where the cannons belong.

"Everybody up on deck! It's too dangerous down here." I yelled. Everyone obeyed and climbed their way up top. The winds blew through the sails, making a howling noise. Almost like they were cussing at me.

Yet another huge rogue wave. This one hit with so much force, pieces of wood from the ship were flying everywhere. I literally cussed out loud at the sight. It was like it was being blown apart by cannon balls. There was another wave. Coming straight towards me. The next thing I knew, I was being knocked over board and into the water. I saw Alasdair looking down at me, worried, then a glow of blackness covered him, along with all the other background.

I awoke in an unknown area. It looked like a Captain's Quarters. Just not mine. The details of the ship were very eerie. The walls were covered in matters of sea life and barnacles. In the back of the room was an organ, covered in the same material. Obviously this ship has been around for years, perhaps too long. Who was my savior? I slowly got up, my muscles ached tremendously and my stomach growled in hunger. Not only had I not fallen asleep in two days, I had not eaten either. I managed to reach for the door knob, but a ghostly voice held me back.

"Where do ye think yer going-uh?" A Scottish accent just as mine, lurked through my very soul. I turned around to see a figure standing in the corner. How did I not notice him before? He must be the Captain. My rescuer. I squinted, desperately trying to see him through the candle light, but nothing could be seen. Only his shadow.

"Where am I?" I walked over to him, but he backed away, causing me to stop.

"Come no further." was his reply. I was confused. Why doesn't he want me to see him? I did as I was told. he instructed me to sit on the bed. I did, but my eyes still focused on him. It was very uncomfortable to sit, mainly because my clothes were soaked to the max. He must have noticed this and as if from nowhere, some dry, clean clothes was thrown from the shadow and landed perfectly on the bed.

I looked at the clothes, then back at him.

"Well-uh? Ye need to get changed." His voice came again.

"You must leave in order for me to do that." I said, almost commanding him to get out.

He didn't respond. He took a step out. His leg was the first thing noticeable. It wasn't an ordinary leg. It was a crab leg. Should I be scared of this man? He took another step, revealing his whole-self. I didn't gasp, or even move. I just looked up at him like he was an ordinary being. He seemed surprised, but kept on walking out.

"Does my savior have a name?" I asked, standing up. He might as well have been twenty feet tall. In reality he was about a one and a half foot taller than me. I looked up at him for his answer.

"Captain." He said flatly, but I noticed a small smile appear on his face and I instantly knew I was dealing with a joking-type guy.

"Well then you will refer to me as the same." I grinned. He didn't say anything after that. His facial expression seemed to be asking me why I'm not scared of him. I said nothing. He continued his journey across the room, and with a final glance at me, left. I took the time wisely and began to change clothes. The dry ones felt much more comfy and I placed the wet ones under the bed.

I layed back down on the bed. I didn't feel so tired anymore. I began to think of this Captain. He looked like he would be cruel, but when I looked into his eyes, I saw a lost soul. Someone who needed attention that he did not have. I looked up at the ceiling. As barnacled as this ship was, it was beautiful. I still longed to see the outside, but I wanted to stay in here. There was a window and the sun peeked through. The storm was over. Or was it the same day? I closed my eyes. It felt nice to have my eyes closed once more. I deserved the sleep and the dreams to await. The rocking of the ship was almost like a sweet lullaby, and before I knew it, I was fast asleep.


Yes, I know. A very short chapter, but this was just to explain the beginning of the story. I hope you like, and It doesn't seem rushed. Please read and review!!! Thanks!

ASLAS