Firesprite
Vicariously Alive
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Although the storm raged strong about us, I stood firm, my hands on the wheel of the pirate ship Chance.
The waves pounding heavily, steering us off course, and the wind was howling like a banshee.
I looked and I saw an albatross struggling against the wind, trying to advance, but as tossed about as we were. Suddenly a lightning bolt ripped through the darkening sky, taking the albatross from the sky. My heart plummeted with it. That was the darkest omen to any sailor, I only hoped I was the sole witness to it.
I was Jasmine Goldtaker born and bred to be a pirate, the daughter of a pirate, the heart of a pirate. The captain of Chance and a small fleet of other vessels.
Darkness decended over us quickly, rain, wind and waves slashing our decks, tossing my people about as they tried to hold Chance together against the storm.
I couldn't hear the lookout in the crows nest call, and it was too late when I heard the pounding waves on rocks.
With a curse I tried to bring the Chance about but it was too late.
A crunch and rending scream of wood as the Chance struck and held on the rocks. The jolt knocked me off my feet and against the rail as I sought for purchace with bare feet and hands, my trousers blowing and wet, slapping my legs in the wind.
With another curse directed at the storm and then myself, a massive wave swept Chance up from the rock, swamped her deck and smashed her down again.
My handhold not secure on the rail I was lost in the wave, seperated from my safety and very nearly my life. relaxing with the water in the way my father taught me, I popped back to the surface and found I was not far from a beach, glowing whitely in the dim moonlight.
I swam towards shore.
The waves pounding heavily, steering us off course, and the wind was howling like a banshee.
I looked and I saw an albatross struggling against the wind, trying to advance, but as tossed about as we were. Suddenly a lightning bolt ripped through the darkening sky, taking the albatross from the sky. My heart plummeted with it. That was the darkest omen to any sailor, I only hoped I was the sole witness to it.
I was Jasmine Goldtaker born and bred to be a pirate, the daughter of a pirate, the heart of a pirate. The captain of Chance and a small fleet of other vessels.
Darkness decended over us quickly, rain, wind and waves slashing our decks, tossing my people about as they tried to hold Chance together against the storm.
I couldn't hear the lookout in the crows nest call, and it was too late when I heard the pounding waves on rocks.
With a curse I tried to bring the Chance about but it was too late.
A crunch and rending scream of wood as the Chance struck and held on the rocks. The jolt knocked me off my feet and against the rail as I sought for purchace with bare feet and hands, my trousers blowing and wet, slapping my legs in the wind.
With another curse directed at the storm and then myself, a massive wave swept Chance up from the rock, swamped her deck and smashed her down again.
My handhold not secure on the rail I was lost in the wave, seperated from my safety and very nearly my life. relaxing with the water in the way my father taught me, I popped back to the surface and found I was not far from a beach, glowing whitely in the dim moonlight.
I swam towards shore.