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Chapter one: Ill News
Walking along the wharf, the small girl gazed at the sunset and the calm sea. Its crystal-clear turquoise waters gently lapped the edge of the dock, playfully kissing the girl's forehead with small drops.
"Mia!" A cry rang out and an older girl came running towards her. "Mother says that it's time to come in. It's almost dark, for goodness sake!"
Amelia turned and glared at her sister. She hated when Alice bossed her around. She opened her mouth in protest, when she heard a bloodcurdling scream ring out from the eastern dock. Both her and her sister ran to see what the commotion was about.
If there was one advantage to being a small six-year-old, it was the ability to push to the front of a crowd. Amelia was able to squeeze through smaller spaces than her twelve-year-old sister, and reached the edge of the dock first. What she saw there was not something a six-year-old should have seen.
A bedraggled, white-knuckled man clinging to a sodden piece of wood was being lifted from the water by several strong young men. The unconscious, drenched man was laid on his back on the dock. He was alive, but barely. A pool of blood formed below his pitiful form, pouring from a deep wound in his chest.
Alice uttered a small cry when she caught up with her sister. The man looked unpleasantly familiar. She recognized him as Jacob, a friendly sailor on her Da's ship, The Rising Sun.
Suddenly, the man's eyes flew open, and coughs began to shake his thin body. Blood sprayed from the man's open mouth. Suddenly, he looked around, eyes wide.
"What happened?" asked a gruff sailor. He had seen worse.
"The….the Black Pearl…." muttered the man. Suddenly, his limbs convulsed, and he died there in the growing pool of blood, eyes still open in shock. And suddenly, Mia knew: her Da wasn't coming home.
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