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Captian Johnson held the empty bottle in his hand for far too long. His jaw went slack at the same time his hands did. The bottle fell shattering into little brown fragments. The boat rocked left too hard knocking the crew to the ground. "Captian! We've been beached!" The man at the wheel called out to him. Johnson tried to say something back but his throat was too dry. "Skull Hill.' he managed to whisper. A cannon shot rang out breaking the stillness of the air. Wood flew up into the sky as the cannonball hit it's mark. "Sir we're under fire!" Another man called out. Drawing his Cutlass Johnson shouted out orders.



