Pirates. There’s something about these swindling sea dogs that’s infinitely fascinating. Though they weren’t law-abiding citizens by any stretch of the imagination, there’s still something admirable about their carefree (or should I say reckless) and self-governing lifestyles that sometimes makes me wish I’d sailed the 17th century seas with them. But I’ll try to digress.
For this week’s entry, I’m taking a brief break from Johanan’s series of unfortunate events and diving into the golden age of piracy, set during the years of about 1650 to 1730. This snippet is an excerpt from a new piece I’m working on which is a big shift from the medieval times of Johanan and his fellow knights. If you missed my last entry, you can find it here: “Dread”. And of course, if you’ve taken an interest in these weekly snippets (why wouldn’t you?) and want to join in on the fun, you need only hop on over to Weekend Writing Warriors for every bit of info you could possibly need on their writing events. Here’s my snippet for this Sunday:
“Lights ahead Cap’n, ’bout three knots off!”
The proclamation soared from the bridge three stories above the crew’s heads. Captain Craylar abandoned his position at the helm and strode over to stand beneath the bridge where a silver spyglass fell into his hands. Raising the instrument to his eyes, he confirmed the presence of several specks of light piercing the evening’s persistent fog. Though not evident by the gentle waves around them, a strong gust of trade wind propelled them forward.
“Bring her to half sail!” Craylar shouted to the men around him. “Pravencia’s dead ahead lads!”
The vessel coasted across the black Atlantic waters for a few miles until its sails were drawn up and anchor dropped at Pravencia’s port, which stretched outwards from the small coastal town’s slice of Puerto Rico’s shoreline. As his crew ambled up the deserted dock, Craylar stood akimbo, admiring the ship…