Chapter 1

It says by me but this one was written by Ian ( the twelve year old)

Captain Bragg was standing on the rope leading down from the mizzen mast staring at his prey in the distance. Letting the warm salty sea air whip his hair around his face. His fake British outfit for fooling British trading ships.

“HOIST THE SAILS!” he thundered.

“Aye capʼn!” the chorus of voices said back.

And in a split second the sails were being hoisted.

“Captain when will we be in firing range?” a man asked from directly below the captain.

“Mister Bradley while Iʼm looking Iʼm going to guess about a mile.” Captain Bragg said

back.

Bragg turned and slid down the rope to starboard. He landed in front of his favorite and

only First Mate.

“Capʼn!” another man said,

“Why are we going after the most notorious pirate of all time again?”

“Because Mister Starks for one he killed my family and two me and Captain Skyler have

decided that we are going to keep the course of Captain Jasonʼs ship.” Bragg said to his

Quarter Master.

“Capʼn!” said yet another man in the crowʼs nest.

“I see another ship on the port side!”

Bragg went to port took out his spy glass and saw yet another ship.

“That sir is Captain Anna if you look closely at the flag!” Bragg shouted up.

“Sir we have a quarter mile till we meet the ship!” First Mate Bradley shouted from the

bow of the ship.

When he heard those words from his First Mate he immediately said: “HOIST THE

COLORS!!”

“Which ones sir!” Starks said.

“Our flag ye sweaty dogs cʼmon!” Bragg shouted.

“Sir are we in shooting range?” the man in the crowʼs nest asked.

“Not yet Mister Smith!” Bragg shouted back, “But you can get the cannons ready!”

“ALL HANDS ON DECK!!” Bradley ordered.

“Get up you horrible excuse for a sailor!” Bragg shouted at two men sleeping on the

poop deck. There were four bottles of grog next to them.

“Two for each it looks like.” Bragg growled.

“I SAID GET UP OR THATʼS A WHIPPING!!” Bragg roared. The two men woke up

immediately and started doing what the others were doing and barely got away.

“Capʼn! One tenth of a mile till collision course!” Smith said from the crows nest.

“Good letʼs get a little closer!” Bragg shouted back.

“Sir! How much closer? Theyʼll start shooting at any second!” Stark shouted back.

And sure enough they were close enough to see the men on The Curse loading the

cannons. Then about three fathoms beneath the hull they saw the cannons protruding

from the side.

“Capʼn!” Bradley shouted.

“Ten fathoms!” Stark said leaning over the starboard side.

“Wait!” Bragg cried.

“Sir! Iʼve spotted Jason!” Smith shouted down.

“Where?!” Bragg cried up.

“NINE FATHOMS!!” Starks roared over the boom of cannons.

“WAIT!!” Bragg boomed.

“Wonder if Skylerʼs alright.” Bragg questioned himself. He had always had a soft spot for

Skyler and would die for her. That is why he is doing this, so that he will lead The Curse

away from The Skyrunner. He wondered if this was the right thing to do. To wait until...

“SEVEN FATHOMS!!” Stark cried.

“SIX!!...FIVE!!...FOUR!!” Stark was rattling off the fathoms by the second now.

“Captain!” Bradley said grabbing at his captainʼs arm, but Bragg pulled away.

“THREE!!...TWO!!...ONE!!...CAPTAIN!!... A HALF!!” Stark roared

Bragg hesitated: “FIRE!!” Bragg cried.

Author's Note

Please remember this was written by a ten year old! I think it's extremely well done for someone his age.