Snippet #2697527

Alistair's memories were never that good, but they always seemed to blend together when he slept and the past few days had been exciting. First the ship was boarded by pirates one being a woman, strikingly pretty in a way, she must have been the captain, the kind explorer was killed his journal taken as Alistair hid although he wanted to fight he had to hide. Pirates could be unforgiving at best, and if he was killed his destiny would be gone.

"Alistair! Pirates are coming, you need to hide! You know your too important to die...Go hide, then when they are gone go to port and start your quest again" The explorer put his hand on Alistairs shoulder and Alistair simply nodded retreating back to a wardrobe to hide. The view from the keyhole was minimal but it was enough to see the blade being rammed through his chest Alistair held back the anger and pushed it down to holding his weapons tight against himself hands shaking.

The ship started to tip unsteadily and Alistair was thrown out of the wardrobe and through a window into the sea being pulled down with the ship. He started to swin in the right direction knowing what the map said, the storm battered the sea knocking Alistair out for the count..."

Sounds filtered in slowly as he was dragged upon the deck, " no one could have survived that storm...." " where is he from?" " his sword is bone dry not even a bit of salt from the sea...it's heavy lads" "look at these coins...not gold but something else" "Guns broken"

Alistair spluttered water spraying out of his mouth, he idily turned to the side bringing up even more water from his lungs and stomach. His arms shook struggling to suppourt his weight, he deflated on the deck trying to catch his breath. The men looked terrified and Alistair supposed he did look a little worse for wear. He could hear the faint jingling and ringing from his coins, he panicked as he patted his body his things were gone!

He struggled to get up falling on the deck a few times, weak and tired. He slammed his fists against the man was who holding his coins, but got a thump in the chest as a return sending him to the floor as swords were drawn pointed at him he lay there, coughing from the sea.