A Short Story About Sharks

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Aboard the Roýal Fortune, Pearl sat down. She became infatuated with everything Amara spoke about, and to be able to learn from such a famous pirate was going to be life changing. As Pearl devoted her mind and ears to what Amara was saying, she couldn’t help but wonder how her life would have been like if she hadn’t been saved. Amara stood with one leg on a barrel of rum, and put a hand on her sword. “Get on with the story!” Pearl said, pressing Amara to teach her all about how to succeed in her new life. As she excitedly waited for Amara to tell her the key to becoming a pirate. Amara looked at Pearl with shining pride, and began a story that would change the way Pearl thought forever.
“I never acquiesced to the beliefs of those other pirates, …show more content…

The menace stopped in the middle of the deck, staring at the crew. The tension continued to build when the noble captain, my father, emerged from his quarter with a certain preponderance that only a captain as skilled as my father could carry. ‘Blackbeard,’ my father said. The smell of rotten fish and stale rum drifted from Blackbeard to my nostrils. As I tried to hold my breath from the protruding smell, I squinted my eyes and glared at him in the hopes of looking menacing. He was the one that went against everything I stood for. I lived by the code of conduct an actual pirate should follow. I did not rob people of their lives and subjugate them to my dictatorship. I lived to be a pirate that followed an egalitarian lifestyle filled with stealing, drinking, and laughing (parallelism). Blackbeard took a slow look around the ship, stopping at each one of the crew members who were shaking in their boots. Cowards. He was here to disseminate his horrid control over my father’s ship. I wouldn’t let him. This ship was all I had, I grew up here. My childhood began to unfold before my eyes, kicking crew members in the shins and swinging from the stay and sneakily going down to the rum cabinet and taking small sips. That’s how I was taught. Through freedom and choice. My father understood how to be happy on the sea and taught me the …show more content…

‘What do you know, you can’t penalize me for disrespect, you’re not my real dad.’ I said with venom dripping from my voice. ‘And you,’ I said, turning to Blackbeard, ‘I would never follow anyone who pillages innocents and sets up pogroms to dispense of those who won’t follow him on the