More Pirate Story

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Chapter 6: Going Ashore

Sarah had been at sea for well over a week. At last, Daniel Plank, who worked in the crow's nest, announced the sighting of land.

Sarah had long given up any hope for escape. She had no chance, and she knew it. But Sarah still longed to go ashore. It would just feel good to leave the ship and sea, and go on land. Oh just to step on land!

Sighing, she leaned against the ship's side. Hopefully she would go ashore. But alas, it seemed unlikely.

Sarah had yet to see the pirate captain. But she did when Daniel gave the cry for land. Captain Frite came racing out of his cabin, at the very second of the call.

Sarah took one look at him and was terrified. The Ransom's crew had been scary enough, but Captain Frite was wilder than the whole crew put together.

A hook on his left hand, long hair with beads, several gold teeth (he was missing a few too), a long scar running between his eyes, and a peg leg, that's what Caption Frite looked like. He had swords and pistols hanging on his thick belt and was drinking a bottle of whiskey.

Sarah watched in horror. She was mighty glad he didn't notice her, he was much too busy yelling at the crew to pay any attion to as lave girl.

"We'll be docking tomorrow morning!" he hollered "Ya know the rules! Don't be gone too long, and don't get yourself hung!"

The idea of docking tomorrow brought excitement to the whole crew. Sarah noticed how tricky they were. They lowered the black flag and made all signs of pirates disappear. Some of them even cleaned up and found decent clothes.

The next morning Sarah worked with Skinner in the kitchen to make an early breakfast.

"Will I be allowed to go ashore?" she asked innocently

Skinner laughed. "Let ya go running off on shore and never return? Have ya gone mad? We ain't that dumb, Sarah."

Sarah sighed. "How would you like to be tricked, then kidnapped, then be used as a slave, only to be sold later?"

"Well, look, its not my descion. Maybe if ya ask Jamie real nice he'll take you off for a little while. But don't get your hopes up, Sarah, he's not one for playing with slaves."

Sarah's eyes gleamed with the thought of going ashore. But Skinner grew stern.

"I'm warning you, Jamison Dread is not one to fool with. Don't try to pull anything on him. He's a lot more then you think he is."

Sarah nodded, then left to the decks. Jamison was yelling orders impatiently. Then he noticed Sarah.

"What do you want?" he asked gruffly

"Well, I, was, uh,.."

"Spit in out, girl! What do ya want?"

"May I go ashore? Please? I won't run away, I promise! Please! Mayn't I go?"

Jamison laughed. "You expect me to believe you won't try to pull the gun and run away?" he paused "Hmmm...I don't suppose you could run very fast..."

"Please?"

"Ah, whatever. I'll take you along. I suppose its best to keep you in my sight. We'll leave in a few minutes. Wait here."

Sarah was almost happy for the first time she had been aboard the Ransom. Her life was going to be pretty horrible from now on so she might as well enjoy the little privileges she got. No matter what Sarah was going to enjoy going ashore.

"Bringing along your lady, eh?" called Old Buck from a rowboat "Afraid to let her out of your sight?"

Jamison cast him a deathly glare, that silenced him at once.

"She asked to go, and I surely don't trust her alone on shore, or alone on the ship for that matter, so she's staying with me. Ya hear?"

Old Buck nodded.

They soon docked and the crew raced off. The brought along sacks of gold, marked cards, loaded dice, and other "useful" things.

"Come on!" yelled Jamison "We don't have all day!"

Sarah hurried to keep up with his big steps. As Sarah had guessed they stopped at a tavern first. Before they entered, Jamison gripped her roughly by the shoulders.

"Let me make this clear. Don't say a word to anyone in here, or its the shackles in the hold for you!" he paused "Or even worse."

Sarah nodded.

The entered the loud tavern where Jamison ordered beer just has he had done at Gilenger's. Soon he started up a card game, and won it, only to start up another and win that one too.

Sarah just watched and waited. Happy to be off the ship and see other girls. She felt the stares of many young ladies and men, but she never returned their glances, for she was forbidden to say a word.

After Jamison had won triple the amount f gold he had started with, they left. Heading through the busy streets, he led her to a store full of weapons. There bought bought a new handgun, and enough ammunition to last years, though Sarah figured pirates went through it faster then other men.

They left the shop and walked along the sidewalks, blending in with everyone else. Then Jamison suddenly stopped at a store window.

On it was pinned a "Wanted" poster. And it had a picture of Jamison right on it. Laughing, he pulled it off.

"Wanted," he read out loud "Wanted for the kidnapping of Miss Sarah Smithins. Calls himself James. Was last seen leaving Gilenger's tavern in Albandale. Reward of one thousand crowns for his arrest or death."

Jamison carefully rolled the poster up and put it in the pocked off her coat.

"They'll never catch me." he said laughing