A/N: Hey this is my first story on my new account and I really hope you all like it. Feel free to comment I find creative criticism helpful, and I'm always open to new ideas and ways the story could develop to please comment any of your idea's
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Chapter one:
I stood in line, my hands and legs clasped in irons. In front of me was a small boy, he looked around twelve his face dirty and clothes caked in mud. Immediately I felt sorry for the boy, so young and still had to share this grisly fate with me. Then I looked behind, we weren't the only ones to die today, hundreds of us had been gathered. Meaning hundreds of us would die.
My gaze turned back to the boy he twirled a small golden coin in-between his fingers then resting it on his palm...
"Suspended!" I jumped as the sound of the wooden doors opened allowing four life filled bodies to fall limp and lifeless; my eyes squeezed shut as I took a few steps forward moving with the line. We were next. I could hear women crying, girls like me in tears. Men staring on as they were already in the hangman's knot. The young boy sobbed slightly and again we fell silent awaiting the word which would bring us to a halt.
"Suspended!" This was it, my eyes opened wide as I was pushed up a flight of wooden stairs and a rope placed around my neck. I blinked furiously refusing to cry, I wouldn't cry for them. I wouldn't give them a show. Taking a last glance at the boy I found him looking back his fear clearly evident on his young face, he forced a smile which I returned. I spoke softly hoping with the last few minutes of my life to reassure him that when we die, we die as ourselves not a prisoner.
"Death isn't the end, It's the door to freedom" I smiled again looking down.
"The king and his men stole the queen from her bed…" A voice broke in, His voice. "And bound her in her bones, the seas be our and by the powers. Where we will, we'll roam" I looked up feeling a wave of courage course through my body.
"Yo ho all hands, hoist the colours high. Heave-ho thieves and beggars, Never shall we die" I continued, this made heads turn all down the line, each one opened their mouths and just like me they followed on some stamping there feet making the chains clink together. Moving their arms in unison.
"Yo ho! All hands, hoist the colours high! Heave-ho thieves and beggars, Never shall we die!" the singing grew louder and louder, One of the naval officers ran toward Beckett's tent. Suddenly the ground moved underneath me, I closed my eyes as pressure and pain panged in my neck. But as suddenly as it came it was gone, my eyes flew open just in time to watch my own body hit the dirt. My rope had snapped. I looked up to see the body of the child dangle above me hurt and anguish filled my heart why him! Why not me, why couldn't I die at least the life of a child would have been spared. The cry of the naval officers took my attention away from the bodies and I knew this was my moment, probably the only moment I would get to decide whether I wanted to die. I didn't want to die obviously. The irons on my feet had broken with the fall the chains on my hands had broken but the irons which bound them together remained, I stood glancing around at the shocked faces of naval officers and other captives. After a brief glance I ran, I had no idea where I was running to but I knew I had to run. Within seconds I was out of the large courtyard and onto the streets of the Port Royal, Its funny when you look at your home town and not see home but to see a prison. I grimaced and headed for the one place I knew I could find an escape, And so it was my legs carried me to docks. Hearing the sounds of gunshots behind me I leapt onto the nearest ship and like all fugitives in my situation I stowed myself away covering my ears not wanting to hear when or if I got caught out.
And there I waited.