The Dark Idol

[HammyTheSquirrel]

I thought about doing this for a few days... and after some thinking, decided to write a story based on my pirate, Jason Lockbane.

Prologue

The weather is unusually bleak for this time of year. I thought as I walked home from the school house and noticed the grey sky. As I got closer to home, I started to drift into a daydream, and the soft, rhythmic thump of my feet was the only thing reminding me that I was still walking.

I dreamed of what it would be like to sail freely, to do whatever I pleased, to misbehave without getting in trouble by my parents or teacher. I dreamed of being the captain of a magnificent ship. I dreamed of everything I could do if I were a pirate, but I was just a ten year old boy, stuck on an old farm in the heart of the Dutch countryside.

I awoke from my dreaming just as I walked right into the closed front door of my house. Pink with embarrassment, I opened the door and walked in, half expecting to smell Mother's pie in the oven. But I was met by something else... an echo. As I shut the heavy wooden door, I heard an unusual echo reverberate through the entire house. I suddenly realized that there were piles of boxes and crates scattered around the kitchen, and most of the rooms were empty. I ran upstairs to check my room and, sure enough, it was empty.

"We're moving away." A familiar voice said behind me. "We're going to live in the New World."

"Why are we leaving?" I said as I turned around, wide-eyed.

"The English Navy is in need of blacksmiths in the Caribbean, and your father has decided to go. You better say goodbye to your friends, because we'll be setting sail in the morning." And with that, Mother left the room and continued to pack.

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The shipyard had become a tiny speck on the horizon as we sailed away from Holland towards the New World, and a new life. I hadn't gotten much sleep during the night, as I was lying awake and thinking about how becoming a pirate could be possible if we were moving to the Caribbean. But after a long two hours of thinking, I had finally fallen asleep. I decided it would be a good idea to regain some of that sleep and flopped into my flimsy hammock. I dreamed of pirates and gold and sailing the seas forever, and that it might not be a bad decision to move away. I would make new friends and pretend to be pirates with them. But until we arrived there, I would be stuck on this tiny ship in the middle of the Atlantic, trying to come up with some kind of self entertainment.

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Like it so far? Don't worry... it WILL get better. If you don't believe me,...

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