As our captain steered our ship to some unknown island that we could claim for Spain, another ship with raised black sails with crossbones on them shot a cannon ball into our ships flank. Then came right next to us. Soon musket and cannon balls were flying every where. We prepared to board. I landed unharmed on the pirate ship. I drew out my rapier sword and joined the battle. Our ship rammed into theirs. I sheathed my rapier and drew out my two flintlock pistols and began shooting them randomly. Then something hit me. I could remember no more.
Pirates by Ethan PeelerIn by New Author on December 10, 2010 at 3:39 pm