The Storm
Gold left the room and locked the door from the outside. She could hear Nicholas banging around inside, and then she proceeded to set a guard on watch.
The storm blew more fiercely as Gold climbed the stairs out from the brig. A massive wave washed over the deck, and she screamed at her crew to keep the ship together. Rain and wind beat against her face, and the seawater stung sharply at a wound on her ankle. Another wave hit the ship, harder this time than the last, and it knocked some of her crew off of their feet. She sat at the helm and laughed mockingly at the storm.
" Now this is going to be a trip to remember." She said to herself.
Nicholas had finally sat down after realizing that he couldn't do anything to escape. He was very far away from his home, and he was on a ship with a bunch of pirates. He suddenly missed his home and everything about it. He wanted to go back, but he was stuck where he was.
The hull of the ship gave a dull groan and rocked to one side for several seconds. The furniture (the things that weren't nailed down) slid across the room and hit the wall. Nicholas clung to the side of the bed like it was his lifeline, and when the ship gave a sudden lurch in the other direction, his head hit the wall so hard that he blacked out for the rest of the night.
He awoke the next morning to someone poking him in the stomach.
" Wake up, cabin boy! Morning duties call, let's move!" A gruff voice ordered.
" I'm up, I'm up, I'll be there in a minute." Nicholas replied.
And so the morning duties began.