A Pirate's Life For Me
For Lisa McKim By Emma "Emmelyn" Ward
Prologue
Violent waves rushed across the ocean into the distance. The surface of the dark sea was wrapped in an intimidating fog. Enveloped by the mist was a ship, a myth some say, for this ship was not any mere pirate ship...
It was The Silver Cloud. Many officers of the Royal Navy claimed 'The Cloud' a ghost ship, a carrier of death. Legends and stories were told about the notorious ship, with a crew that could kill on sight. The victims of The Silver Cloud could merely get a glimpse of the ship, wrapped in a drape of fog, before they would be shot dead.
Alas, there are other stories. Those that live the raids from The Silver Cloud, report of a voice. Clear, and powerful, like a spell that is cast upon the mind and heart. They hear this lone voice, and nothing more. They look at the faces of surrounding officers and friends as they die. The arrows pierce swiftly and quietly. The receiver has nought a chance to say farewell, nor a chance to scream in pain and fear of leaving this cruel world. The arrows stream out of the sky, without any warning, save the sound of a maiden singing, that mingles with the wind and hangs in the air. It is a merciless tune of pain before the bodies of the dead are lost to the sea.
Lissandra, The Silver Maiden, stood upon the bow of The Cloud, peering into the mist. Her long white dress floated in the breeze. A sad tune muffled by the wind, was upon her lips.
The land is far The sea beyond And the endless sea flows ever on Through storm To the end of time Until the waves and wind are mine Cloud and fog Death at sea All shall cry All shall... die
She squinted into the blank horizon of the sea. Through the fog, no ship was to be seen ahead. Still singing the soft tune, her eyes widened in an astonished fear. There was a sudden, quick ear-splitting noise. The sound was unmistakable. Cannon fire! She turned just in the moment to see the great silver-grey sails fall and cleave the deck in two. Water splashed upon the boats starboard side. A second cannon hit. The ship lunged into the depths of the powerful ocean, Lissandra gasped for air as she was swallowed by the waves. She swam to her captain. He was old and fragile, but had a twinkle in his eye and a burning desire for the sea in his heart. She struggled to lift the old man's head above the water. But quickly panic and fear overtook her body, and she became weary and tired. She could not support the weight of the Captain much longer. Slowly she sunk into the raging, cold water, preparing for the doom that should come in only seconds. Until, she felt something grasp her body and take the old man from her hands. She felt herself being pulled up, up towards the surface. Next thing she knew, she was looking into the dark starless night above her head and staring into the full moon. Then she knew no more.
For Lisa McKim By Emma "Emmelyn" Ward
Prologue
Violent waves rushed across the ocean into the distance. The surface of the dark sea was wrapped in an intimidating fog. Enveloped by the mist was a ship, a myth some say, for this ship was not any mere pirate ship...
It was The Silver Cloud. Many officers of the Royal Navy claimed 'The Cloud' a ghost ship, a carrier of death. Legends and stories were told about the notorious ship, with a crew that could kill on sight. The victims of The Silver Cloud could merely get a glimpse of the ship, wrapped in a drape of fog, before they would be shot dead.
Alas, there are other stories. Those that live the raids from The Silver Cloud, report of a voice. Clear, and powerful, like a spell that is cast upon the mind and heart. They hear this lone voice, and nothing more. They look at the faces of surrounding officers and friends as they die. The arrows pierce swiftly and quietly. The receiver has nought a chance to say farewell, nor a chance to scream in pain and fear of leaving this cruel world. The arrows stream out of the sky, without any warning, save the sound of a maiden singing, that mingles with the wind and hangs in the air. It is a merciless tune of pain before the bodies of the dead are lost to the sea.
Lissandra, The Silver Maiden, stood upon the bow of The Cloud, peering into the mist. Her long white dress floated in the breeze. A sad tune muffled by the wind, was upon her lips.
The land is far The sea beyond And the endless sea flows ever on Through storm To the end of time Until the waves and wind are mine Cloud and fog Death at sea All shall cry All shall... die
She squinted into the blank horizon of the sea. Through the fog, no ship was to be seen ahead. Still singing the soft tune, her eyes widened in an astonished fear. There was a sudden, quick ear-splitting noise. The sound was unmistakable. Cannon fire! She turned just in the moment to see the great silver-grey sails fall and cleave the deck in two. Water splashed upon the boats starboard side. A second cannon hit. The ship lunged into the depths of the powerful ocean, Lissandra gasped for air as she was swallowed by the waves. She swam to her captain. He was old and fragile, but had a twinkle in his eye and a burning desire for the sea in his heart. She struggled to lift the old man's head above the water. But quickly panic and fear overtook her body, and she became weary and tired. She could not support the weight of the Captain much longer. Slowly she sunk into the raging, cold water, preparing for the doom that should come in only seconds. Until, she felt something grasp her body and take the old man from her hands. She felt herself being pulled up, up towards the surface. Next thing she knew, she was looking into the dark starless night above her head and staring into the full moon. Then she knew no more.