Hey Jess, I just had to check your age because your writing skills are exceptional! You remind me of myself when I was your age. Are you hoping to pursue a career in writing? Also, I was home educated as well!
GTgirl@ Cute story - keep it coming!
Here's the Prologue of my book: Hope Island:Journey to the Rainbow...let me know what you think!
The thick heavy smoke could be seen before deafening screams filled the air. The boat sailed towards a little, square island which displayed a chaotic scene. There was a large fire on the beach and people were running about madly. As the ship got closer, the people were seen fighting each other, women clutched their babies and children as they were herded away from the fight into a city with great walls. A few moments later, clashing of swords could be heard and the squawking of distressed vultures pierced the thick smoke. A young pirate barged into the Captain’s quarters on the ship.
“Captain, we must turn back,” he shouted over the noise as the boat edged its way towards the chaos. The captain rubbed his chin and looked at the scene with a studious expression.
“We will not be doing that,” he said in a low, firm voice. His pale blue eyes lingered on the young man for a moment and took in the boy’s messy appearance. His grey shirt was faint and stained with mud, he was unshaven and his face was dirty. The boy looked unbelievingly at him,
“Look! It’s a mutiny! We have to retreat!” he exclaimed as he pointed at the men fighting with one another. The Captain looked back at the island.
“A mutiny would involve a captain and there is no captain on that island,” he said calmly before standing up. He walked around his desk towards the boy.
“We have a duty to protect our wives and children,” he continued forcefully. The boy looked grimly at the floor. Not wanting to waist time, the captain strode past and entered the deck, at once all of the pirates there stopped what they were doing and looked up at him.
“Gents,” the Captain roared. “Be prepared to fight, we did not build Comba for a war, we did not leave the island so the others would disobey my orders, I am not running away from my own land, my own men, my own flesh and blood,” he said fiercely. Several pirates nodded viciously to his words.
“Anyone who disagrees with me and wishes to flee will be thrown over board, this is no time for cowards.” The Captain roared, he looked about the men searching faces, all of them looked determined.
“Well what are you standing there for? Ready yourselves men, for battle and for death,” he shouted. At once men scrambled about bumping into each other and searching for their swords. The Captain smiled grimly as he slid his rusty sword into his scabbard and holstered his pistol. Within minutes the men could feel the heat of the flames on their faces as they approached the beach and each man had the inexplicit feeling that they were facing their last battle…

GTgirl@ Cute story - keep it coming!
Here's the Prologue of my book: Hope Island:Journey to the Rainbow...let me know what you think!
The thick heavy smoke could be seen before deafening screams filled the air. The boat sailed towards a little, square island which displayed a chaotic scene. There was a large fire on the beach and people were running about madly. As the ship got closer, the people were seen fighting each other, women clutched their babies and children as they were herded away from the fight into a city with great walls. A few moments later, clashing of swords could be heard and the squawking of distressed vultures pierced the thick smoke. A young pirate barged into the Captain’s quarters on the ship.
“Captain, we must turn back,” he shouted over the noise as the boat edged its way towards the chaos. The captain rubbed his chin and looked at the scene with a studious expression.
“We will not be doing that,” he said in a low, firm voice. His pale blue eyes lingered on the young man for a moment and took in the boy’s messy appearance. His grey shirt was faint and stained with mud, he was unshaven and his face was dirty. The boy looked unbelievingly at him,
“Look! It’s a mutiny! We have to retreat!” he exclaimed as he pointed at the men fighting with one another. The Captain looked back at the island.
“A mutiny would involve a captain and there is no captain on that island,” he said calmly before standing up. He walked around his desk towards the boy.
“We have a duty to protect our wives and children,” he continued forcefully. The boy looked grimly at the floor. Not wanting to waist time, the captain strode past and entered the deck, at once all of the pirates there stopped what they were doing and looked up at him.
“Gents,” the Captain roared. “Be prepared to fight, we did not build Comba for a war, we did not leave the island so the others would disobey my orders, I am not running away from my own land, my own men, my own flesh and blood,” he said fiercely. Several pirates nodded viciously to his words.
“Anyone who disagrees with me and wishes to flee will be thrown over board, this is no time for cowards.” The Captain roared, he looked about the men searching faces, all of them looked determined.
“Well what are you standing there for? Ready yourselves men, for battle and for death,” he shouted. At once men scrambled about bumping into each other and searching for their swords. The Captain smiled grimly as he slid his rusty sword into his scabbard and holstered his pistol. Within minutes the men could feel the heat of the flames on their faces as they approached the beach and each man had the inexplicit feeling that they were facing their last battle…
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