Chapter Five Chasing The WindChapter Four Marcus After the captain left Oculus showed me to my sleeping quarters, I shared a room with the other men in a small room filled with hammocks and wooden lofts. I had a small used hammock but it was better them my little dark closet. As he leaded me to this room I wondered why he was so intimidating. The crew was silent around him; they looked the other way often. Some looked annoyed with him while others, even some of the biggest and strongest showed signs of fear in Oculus’s presence. Oculus did seem to notice, barely, he sometimes gave a sharp glair or an evil grin and every man kept their diChapter Five Chasing The Wind
Chapter Three Chasing The WindChapter Three Marcus When I awoke I hoped it was all just a terrible nightmare and I’d be back on my old ship, on my hammock. But I wasn’t. I was on the black wooden floor of the Night Angel. I never had the royal treatment as a cabin boy but I never had worse living conditions. There was no light in the 5 by 3 room; I couldn’t even see my own hands in front of my face. The whole day I was given no food or water. There was a foul smell of death stanching the air along with the scent of fish and waste. Not to mention it was steaming hot in my isolated box. I took off my jacket and unbuttoned my shirt. I soaked up myChapter Three Chasing The Wind
Chapter Two-Chasing The WindChapter Two After I made my kill I took the captains sword for myself. Whenever I kill the captain I always take an item of his and keep it as a souvenir. His gaudy sword was perfect. It showed how greedy and stupid he was. The riot thought out the rest of the ship had settled and I figured it was time to head back. Right when I was about to walk out the door I smelled life. It was coming from the other room. I walked in. There huddled in the corner was a small dark skinned dark curly haired little boy. He was 14 but looked few years younger. He was scared; I knew he was scared, I didn’t even have to read him to find that outChapter Two-Chasing The Wind
Chapter One Chasing The WindMarch 7th, 1752, south of the Caribbean SeaChapter One Chasing The Wind
It was a dry hot night. My crew was just starting to come out of the shadows of my beautiful ship ‘the Night Angel’ most of them slept in there coffins or bunks through the day. I how ever did not. I stayed all day light in the hot firing sun. Never cared that it hurt, that it made my skin crackle and burn like a piece of wood in the soul of an oven flame. I lived for the pain. And there is too much work to be done for me to sleep. Hell, I’ll sleep when I’m dead. We have no heading, at least not yet. I never needed one. I call the shots; I decide who is innoce
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Even though you are next to me ,
I still feel so alone .
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希望
Hope
和平
Peace
愛
Love
☮~Bookworm~☮
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