Black Beard's Journal

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic
It is a short story i wrote . Not done yet should i complete it or not??

Submitted: October 22, 2010

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Hello every one this is my 1st post . I am an 11 year old not 13 . i love writing here is my  story not done yet should i go on with it or scrap it you guys please tell me--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

BlackBeards Journal

Black beard, beady eyes, Deadly with a gun and sword it was all a myth "Blackbeard".
 I'm a pirate, i don't beleive in hidden treasure. I beleive in life, death and plague.
 A contagious and destructive  plague has come around these parts and many are dying.
Praise be the lord it hasn't boarded my ship.
I am also thankful to the lord that none of my scurvy scoundrlous crew have contracted this terrible conatgion they call "plague".
 
"off the port bow, all to the stations!" cried the lookout from the crow's nest.
As the crew rushed to there assigned stations, a cry was heard.
"Get ye hogshead here freashest we could get you pickaroons , get ye grog!" Cried the fat landlubbering merchant.
Men from the ship jumped to lower the boom to winch the large barrel a board.
"Belay that, do you all wish to you pay a sweet service to davy jones!" I cried.

I turned to my cockswain and ordered "fetch the docter".
I turned away, each step nearing my bug infested cabin.
As i sat down i heard a sharp knock.
"who be there" I scowlded.
"It is I" said the merchant.
With anything but haste i opened it and I groaned.
"I'd like to make a buisness proposition" he said with and sly engaging  smile.

After dinner and a talk we set sail.
"so it is real" I asked, "of course" the merchant said.
Whilst in the cabin there came a cry from the 1st mate.
"Large thunder heads off stubard bow!".
"Where do we find this trea- BOOM! lightning hit , thunder roared , the wind became the like the screams of a banshee. The waves became almost as tall as the ship, the boat tipped, salty water instantly became
the main taste in my mouth.

I woke spluttering the icy water that had claimed my crew.
I turned my head and saw sand... SAND! I sat up.
I was still slightly dazed and confused.
Sitting beside me was the merchant gasping his last breaths I looked at the merchant, "take it" he said.
Looking down at his bloodstained hand i saw "BlackBeard's Journal".

Engraved with gold and silver.
It actually existed there was no denying it.
Blood smeared my vision but grabbing the diary was no problem, i seemed "connected" to it.

 


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