cutlasses flash as ships clash my blood stained clothes mould around my body. my cutlass stops as i feel it cuts through my duelers neck. the jolly roger flies mightaly beside us as we forge a gap through their attack. we reach the deck of the other ship closer to the treaure each step we take. but for each step we take we loose our breath for we are dieing by the dozen.then a cannon blastes and our ship drops a metre the boarding ladder break off. we fight for our lives as our ship sinks along with our hopes but with that comes revenge. WE WILL NOT DIE my best mate yells i return with a cheer and a vicious battle charge as two more men fall prey to my cutlass. we have won he yells again as a pain in my shoulder sprouts spreading through my body i fall to my knees and look out at the horizon to see the jolly roger flying with might!