"What does it look like from up there?" A woman yelled up to the crow's nest.
"Not good, I don't think anyone is coming anytime soon."
"We've been shipwrecked out here for nearly a week now, repairing the ship is taking longer than I thought….if help doesn't come soon…" she said softly.
"Wait! I see something! It's a ship!"
"How many are there?"
"One. Wait…make that three! No…10! Ten ships! And there coming in fast!"
"What colors are they bearing?"
"Black sails! With a white gear on them."
Her eyes widen with fear. "Are you sure?"
"Positive."
A flash could be seen from the distance ship.
"What was that?"
"I don't know, it looks like-"
"Cannons!" Cannon balls began the hitting the already damage ship.
"Crystal, get Brianna! It's The Armada!"A handsome young pirate screamed to his wife from the captains' wheel. He looked up at the sky; dark clouds started rolling in fast. The only light came from the sparks of the Armada's cannons, as they weakened their ship to the point where they would be able to board.
"The Armanda? Way out here? How did they find us?" Crystal replied as she grabbed Brianna, holding her tightly."
"The bastards probably got wind of the treasure we're trying to find. Everyone head below deck!"
As he closed the doors to the living quarters, he called upon his vast crew. His wife with her black hair that had been blown back against the wind, stood in front of them. Holding her hand was a small girl-no older than three years old. "Daddy I'm scared!" the little girl cried.
He went over to his wife and picked his small daughter up. He gave his daughter a kiss on the forehead to try to calm her down. "It's alright sweetie…It's going to be ok." He looked around for the specific crew member he was looking for. He saw a dog pirate- an old friend he acquired in Marlybone. He called the Dog Pirate over to him.
"You wanted to see me Captain?"
"Take her, and make sure she knows nothing of this night." he commanded, as he handed his daughter to him. The dogs blue eyes glazed down at the girls grey ones.
"But what about you? And the rest of the crew?" he asked worriedly, the captain sighed.
"We will stay and fight. We can't risk getting beaten way out here. Take this bottle; it has a boat that will take you to Marlybone. Now go! Take Brianna to safety!" The dog pirate nodded and took the bottle and girl; following his captains' orders, he left.
The ship rocked back and forth as cannon fire struck it.
The Armada members began boarding.
As the enemies boarded, and one of the crew members yelled out from the crow's nest "Captain! Look! It's Deacon! " the Captain took one last glance at his wife, when the leader of The Armada yelled,
"Harold and Crystal Everret! Where is your child?" he demanded.
"She's dead." Crystal lied choking back a sob.
"Is that so? Hmph. Very well then. Men, attack."
It wasn't much of a fight, even with one of the largest crews in the skies, they were still outnumbered.
Everyone on the ship died that night, but the girl was still alive. Living in the world.
Alone.