I started to run down the path, back to camp. I was going downhill. It would be quicker, but not quick enough.

I needed luck to get there faster, fortunately it’s the benefit I posses for being son of the sea lord.

I have a few other remarkable talents that have helped my ship and I to avoid our demise thus far, up until now.

 A few steps later, into my descent, the ground collapses beneath me, and I’m lead down a sliding tunnel.

I have to be going pretty fast right now.

The tunnel ends and my **** falls about five feet, to the base of the mountain.

I called it. It’s all about my luck.

I grabbed for my pistol, it was still there.

I pulled it out and ran as fast as my poor lungs could.

Mr. Parker saw me and yelled, “The ships on fire, Capt’n!”

“I see that Parker! Grab the rum!”

“GRAB THE RUM!”

“Get to the boats!”

“GET TO THE BOATS!”

“Mr. Parker’s wearing a corset!”

“I’M WEARING A CORSET!”

The crew laughed.

“Got you, Mr. Parker!”

“Aye Capt’n!”

“To the Blade!”

“TO THE BLADE!” the crew yelled.

We rowed and rowed, faster than we have ever before.

The flames grew higher and the faces of the royal wenches grew more detailed.

I heard them yelling, “WE’VE GOT YOUR SILLY SHIP!”

“REALLY, YOU GOING TO SAIL IT ON FIRE!”

They stopped, looked at the flames behind them, and then turned around and started screaming, “SAVE US! HELP!”

“JUMP IN THE WATER!”

“BUT THE SHARKS!”

“JUST DO IT!”

All four girls, very unwillingly, jump over board and swam towards us.

I helped pull them in my boat.

I looked back to Poseidon’s Blade aflame, she began to lower into the water. It was only to be minutes until she was no more.

We all sat silently and watch as the ship sank, all the while burning until she was completely under.

The end of an era.

The sound of silence was broken by the sexy voice of the brunette, “Why are we just sitting here?”

I turned to her, “YOU DO NOT SPEAK OR I WILL THROW YOU TO THE SEA!”

“All I said was…”

I pulled out my pistol and pulled the trigger.

The girls screamed, nothing happened.

            “Your lucky day, wet powder.”

            I turned to Mr. Parker, “Parker, the compass.”

            Mr. Parker pulled the compass necklace off from around his neck.

            I flipped it open. I had to choose northwest or southeast. One would lead to tribal people that treated me as a god, the other to port. I was warned not to got to port, but I must to get another ship.

            Decision making, the worst thing of being captain.

            “What’s our heading?”

            I felt the direction of the wind, it went northwest.

            “Northwest.”

            “NORTH WEST!”

             The crew began to row, with only wenches and rum. It will take us a month or two to get to our heading, stopping occasional to pillage tribe s for supplies.

            The life of a pirate. I wouldn’t have it any other way.