Haunting

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June 22nd,1766,6 PM
Aboard the adventurer,Captained by Commodore Francois Le Camp,leader of the East India
Trading Company.

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"Retreat!"Bellowed the Pirate Captain Mason MackGillis,the irish tyrant,who captained the
Black Dhallia ship.
The Adventurer's crew was too well armed,He had mistaken this ship for a simple merchant
vessel,but as it turns out,was the head of the East Indian Trading company's fleet.
The Adventurer was well equipped to handle this lot of unruly pirates,And it was known the
disdain their Captain,the Knighted .Sir Francois Le Camp had for pirates,especially since he
lost half his left leg to one during a skirmish years ago...He supposedly had the man boiled alive
and left to hang over the british flag.

Big bad MackGillis had no choice but to turn and leave his commerades,stranded in rowboats
in the middle of the Eastern ocean.Being shot as they held they flags of surrender.Some still
fought sword to sword and hand to hand on the blood streaked deck of the Adventurer.

Jack crouched low behind a row of barrels,blood splattered over his head as he tried to make his
way to the Captain's cabin up the steps to the upper deck.
"Oh jesus if there is a god."He muttered,fingering an old string of rosary beads chained to his
breeches.
He made it half up the steps before bumping into something.
"Oh god,please dont kill me!"He cried fearing for his life,as he came careening down the six
steps he had just climbed.
A high pitch yelp pierced his ears,his eyes popped open to see a vision of a young beauty with
long curls of black hair down to her waist,standing in a light green dress...Her pale skin seemed
to glow in the summer evening light,the sun bouncing off of her,and then it all turned black.

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Milla sat in her cabin,reading about young french lovers,locked in some silly forbidden passion
that drove them both silly...She was completely bored with everything when suddenly a loud
bang resonated through the entire ship and her body.

She fell to the floor with the shake of it,and ran to the deck.
"Papa!"She cried throwing herself out of the door just in time to see a huge black ship,just yards
away from her own.
"Papa?"She called again,as she watched the men running all around the lower deck lowering
the cannons,and filling them with powder...
"Milla!"her father's voice sounded from the steps.
She turned towards him to see him running to her limping on his wooden leg...He had fear in his
eyes as he grabbed her by the shoulders"We are under attack."He said exasperatively.
"What do I do?"She asked half scared half excited.
"Into the cabin,and lock the door..."He said,his french accent rather strong in crisis...
Milla's heart beat fast..."Pirates?"She said softly as another bang rocked the ship,sending her to
her knees.
"Shh,shh...Be very quiet,and hide if they get in,take the secret passage to the brig and hide in the
galley."He said kissing her forehead and helping her to her feet,pushing her into the cabin,
Just as the mob of pirates swung from ropes aboard the ship.

Milla picked up her cat and frantically packed a bag of her most treasured items...Her and her
Mother's jewellry,her favorite dress and shoes,her father's maps and documents and then
suddenly the commotion outside stopped.

"HALT FIRE!"Were the words bellowed in a thick irish accent from bellow..."RETREAT!"
the commotion started up again with several more loud bangs,this time seemigly resonating from
her own ship...

Milla went to the window,looking out through the curtains...The large ship was suddenly sailing
off with small ships being shot at trailing behind,several unknown villains still fought her own
crew in their british coats...Her eyes drifted all over the deck...
Suddenly out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of a blood soaked figure climbing up the
stairs,thick curls of black hair matted with the sticky red substance was all she could see...

She cautiously opened her cabin door creeping out,with her back hunched and knees bent.
She tip toed to the edge of the steps when she realised it was just a little boy...not much older
then she was...
She bent to pet his shoulder,when he bumped into her,and then fell down the steps.
"Please dont kill me"He cried,as he rolled..
"Oh god!"She squaked momentarily catching his eyes as he halted his tumbling at the bottom of
the steps.
His large brown eyes widening with the sight of her....His thin frame was cut up with sword slices
and doused in red red blood.

"Milla!"Her father called from bellow,when suddenly one of his crew bopped the young pirate on
the head knocking him unconcious.
"He's a boy!"Milla cried running down the stairs to the young pirate.
"He's a pirate....And what did I tell you?"He scolded his face bright read..."Stay in the cabin!"He
bellowed pushing her up the steps,she whined a bit but turned and walked up,watching from out
side the window as they threw the dead and mortally wounded overboard,and the rest to the
brig.