Scribble Experiment #625
Nonchalant
“Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.â€
Alfie leaned back against the mast from his perch in the crows nest. His eyes were closed and his face lifted towards the sun in the sky. He hummed along with the song the crew was singing below, their spirits lifted after the storm clouds that had plagued them for a week finally cleared.
The seas had been rough, the skies a dark grey and the storms had been relentless. Everyone was relieved that the sun had finally come out, none more so than Alfie.
Tucked away from sight in the crows nest, he pulled out his leather bound journal and the bit of bread and cheese he had wrapped in a spare shirt. He took a bite of the cheese before putting his pen to paper.
Day 47
It is hard to explain how good it is to be above decks again without worrying about a wave crashing over the side of the ship to take me to a watery grave. I've spent more time cooped up below deck than I ever wanted, but the other crew members say its just part of the life we lead. More often than not, the weather will turn foul and you should just appreciate the days like today.
We’re in the middle of the ocean. The sky is a brilliant blue and there isn't a cloud to be seen. It’s humbling, being out in this vast emptiness. You feel so small, so alone. I suppose that is why everyone is so rejuvenated after the storm. Clear calm days have a way of making you feel insignificant but when they come around after terrible weather, they make you feel like the king. You lived through something, you are strong, you are tough. You are a force that even mother nature couldn't destroy.
Alfie took another bite of his cheese and broke off a bit of bread. Popping them into his mouth he peeked his head over the side of the crows nest to glance down at the crew below. They were still singing and going about their work. It didn't seem like anyone was looking for him, yet.
I have to admit that while the seas were trying to murder us all, I was huddled in my bunk trying my hardest to hide my tears. When I ran away from home to join the crew, I hadn’t quite imagined the terrible parts of the life of a pirate. I only thought of adventures, riches and a life of freedom on the sea. It is astounding to think that the dangers that are out there, from others and from nature itself, how thrilling I still find it all.
I wish I could write home to mother and tell her I am okay,explain to her why I needed to get away and find myself on the open sea.. But couriers are in short supply out here in the middle of the ocean, so I suppose my letter home will have to wait until we get to the next port.
Alfie wiped his quill nib on the leg of his trousers and tucked it into his bag. Picking his journal back up he blew on the page to make sure it was dry before closing it and wrapping the leather string around it to secure it closed. “Oi, look out below!†he called before he tucked everything left over from his lunch and his journal into the bag and tossing it over the edge.
He stood up and looked out at the ocean, taking a deep breath. It was his adventure to have, and by god, he was going to have it.
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Coding / Design by
scotlettePet and Pirate Ship art by
CherishTreasure map from HD Wallpapers Factory
