I don’t remember much from this catastrophic turn of events but I awoke to the ringing of a bell and the smells of fragrant smoke and half-charred wood. Someone grabbed me by the shirt and put a hood over my eyes. I hear screaming and shouting and then splashes of water. There is only one explanation for this and it’s the worst possible thing that could ever happen. Pirates… I’m a dead man for sure. Now the screams of my new friends are the last thing I will relive in my head over and over until I meet my own sorry fate. I scream at the top of my lungs for God to save me and someone tells me to shut up, that I’ll be seeing God sooner than I think if I let out one more scream. I whimper under the fabric that smells of fermented ale and wish I were dead.
Half-charred wood, fragrant smoke, puffs of gunpowder, swords covered in dark blood, plundered cargo, and the murky undertow of a ship's burial beneath the waves.