[This is based on a dream I had. When I woke up, I was dying to get in on paper! This darn thing has taken me a week to write, and I've been quite impatient to throw it out there for you all to read. Please enjoy!!!
Warning...this is what my mind does at night. It may seem a little crazy and unbalanced, but bear with me. Also, prepare for some thematic elements.
"Ye Be Warned"
Chapter One
Pirates!
I was on my way to the marketplace when it happened. I walked lazily down the sunlit, sandy road, humming a tune to myself and swinging my breadbasket. My husband, Dominic, was at home, fixing our roof from a terrible wind storm. Since we'd passed through the storm with our small house and animals relatively unharmed, I decided to splurge and buy a small cask of wine and some fresh oranges, recently imported. I was excited to surprise my husband with them, for he thought I was only visiting an aqquaintance in town. I was excited to spoil him for all his hard work.
I came over the crest of the breezy hill, enjoying the freedom of its freshness blowing my light brown hair wildly about. I was excited to go home to Dominic and fix him the best meal he'd ever have. It was a brilliant, beautiful day, and we were celebrating life.
I stopped, noticing a large ship in the harbor that I didn't recognise. It was broad and flew no colours. I cocked my head, trying to identify it. Finally, my curiosity got the best of me...was it the new ship that King George was sending to transport flour and spices? Were they giving our tiny island the honor of painting its name on the side? Or was it a group of strangers, lost in the storm and stopping for a bearing to their destination?
I trotted down the path and onto the main road, letting it lead me into the loud, rambunctious town. It was louder than normal today. Surely the excitement and repair work after the storm caused everyone to be in town for something. Shouts and hollers were coming from the main square.
I walked into the center, passed the butchers shop and the linens store, and suddenly found myself in a huge crowd. They were screaming in panic, and fleeing the direction I had just come from. I fell down, knocked over by the overwhelming refugees from who-knows-what.
"What's going on?" I cried, trying to stand. The people, tangled, crying, and horrified, only continued to push and trip over me. "Is there a tsunami?" I shouted, clawing the dust and sand from my eyes.
My face finally came up from the ground as I looked around, the ignorant villagers having mostly gone past me and fled for the high grounds.