4The black mist slowly surrounded the cool, wet grass. I watched and waited as the coolness of it billowed in around me. Walking towards the beach I stood aghast as a black ship came into view. The hairs on my neck began to creep up and a rotten smell filled the air… The smell of fear.
The ghastly boat docked and sat there as if waiting for a sign or a moment to pass. My curiosity rang like a bell echoing through the air and I began to edge my way towards the ship. When I reached it…
A cold chill climbed down my back giving me second thoughts. I could just barely see into the ship. Splintered wood, cob webs, and darkness almost caused me to turn back around… yet something drew me nearer. A strange connection with who or what ever is on this ship. So I climbed the ladder that lead to the main floor and stood in awe at the sight of…
Nothing at all. Not a soul on board, or any cargo on the deck. I searched with my eyes, (too fearful to move) for nearly five minutes, but still found nothing. What had drawn me here? What made me wake up on this chilly night and walk…
To this decaying boat. Relieved and confused I started back and as if that being a signal I heard a loud cry and the sound of a cannon roaring. Tossing my head around I threw myself on the ground as I saw shadows and blurs turn to the forms of the men that had inhabited the ship many years before. Fate brought me to this ship. Why? For what? I was petrified. Thoughts swam through my head as the captain- I assumed he was from the crazy battle cry he let out- raced toward me sword drawn and flung it through the flesh and bone of my chest. A cry of agony escaped from my lips as I fell bleeding and sobbing to the dusty floor. It grew colder and I saw… the rage…
A/N: this story was written by me and a few of my friends. The stuff in bold I wrote and the separate three paragraphs in the middle were written by my friends. I hope you enjoyed this.