Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction
Captain Whitebeard, part 3: The IslandCaptain Whitebeard was awoken the next morning by the sound of the swabbing of the deck above him, and upon rising from bed was surprised at how late in the morning it already was.
"Must be up," he said to himself. "Can't have the men thinking me tardy."
The Captain mounted to the deck and stopped with a bit of surprise. Maynard and his second-hand man, Hamilton, were talking to each other in low voices, and quickly looked up as they saw him arrive. He stood and looked at them for a few seconds before anyone spoke.
Maynard took a deep breath and stepped forward. "Captain Whitebeard. I feel it is my duty to-"
"Never mind that! Where in the blazes are we? This doesn't look like Singapore at all!"
"Well you see, Captain," began Hamilton, slightly more confident than his friend, "It is my belief that we are actually quite close to the island, and have simply drifted slightly off course. However, our exact distance from our object depends on exactly where we were when we first mis-navigated, and therefore..."
"Therefore, you have no idea where we are either? Well, that's fine. We're pirates! You afraid we'll come by someone we don't know!"
"Actually, sir, we were more afraid of your retribution."
Captain Whitebeard chuckled, to their great surprise. "Ah, Hamilton, you're quite the character. You're exactly right, though. The whole key to being a fighter is not courage or principle, but rather fearing your Captain above your enemy. However," he said, surveying the rest of the men and pacing down the deck, "I have decided, in my mercy, to relinquish blame for the gross navigational errors committed as of late. I feel that we have been becalmed too long, and thus the best choice would be to now explore this island we are coming up on, and find a little adventure if we can."
"Captain, that is a wonderful idea," smiled Maynard, weakly. The rest of the men cheered.
Fifteen minutes later, they were lowering the boats and preparing to embark on the short journey to shore. Five men remained behind to guard the ship. It was not a difficult sail, as there were no rocks to be seen.
The island was not large, but its trees appeared very dense. The beach itself was deserted, and the men, after walking around for a few minutes, decided to brave the forest itself. One by one, with Captain Whitebeard in the lead, they passed slowly into the shadow-laden trees. At first there was silence, but as they walked, the men were keen to quiet, high-pitched noises on either side of them, that seemed to be gaining in frequency as they went along.
All of a sudden, with a loud whoop, a spear was hurled just past them, and a man emerged from the trees to stand several feet in front of them. The pirates had all drawn their swords, and were prepared to defend themselves, but the man called out quickly: "Stop weapons! I did not hit you. No harm to me, no harm to you. You hear? You Englishmen?"
Captain Whitebeard stepped forward. "Excuse me young man. Yes, we speak English. We mean you no harm at the moment... we would simply like to know where we are, and whose domain we have entered. If we are intruding, or there are a lot of you, we shall leave and be on our way."
The young man tilted his head sideways as if he was trying to comprehend. "Aha, I hear. You come. You give weapons and no harm to me, no harm to you. Come and visit the king - You come meet ruler: Sinco Stan!"
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