Pirate's code: lost at sea

Chapter 1 something strange

The sun beamed bright warming the water and sands of the little lush green island. Darkness just on the horizon as the winds brought in there fist spring storm. The breeze drifted softly slowly picking up speed as it approached a small boy no older then 12 years of age, dressed in rugged and worn brown pants and a half heartily sewn together shirt that was full of holes.

He was grumbling and thinking quietly to himself as he stared out at the sea. Oh how he loved the ocean the brilliant bright blue waters. Filled to the brim with secrets, treasures, and maybe a place he could feel free. His scrawny body betrayed him as he acted strong but was starved and bruised all over.

The ho!es in his shirt bearily showed his tanned body as he clutched his knees close to his chest. "One day... One day I'll leave and never look back." He snapped into the breeze as he sat there alone until he heard a raspy less then thrilling voice of his 'foster father' he had been bought by. They had said he was a foster father but the boy wasn't stupid. He had been sold as a slave and the choker he was forced to wear day and night that was locked with the mans key was proof.

"TYLER GET 'UR ASS OVER HERE DIS INSTANT!" Shouted a tall white male with a bulky figure. He lived on an island where slaves weren't uncommon in fact the higher quality you lived showed with your number of slaves.

Tyler had been lucky though because some slaves would got days without food and some beat everyday. His master demanded respect but was kind and fair as long as you didn't step out of line. Which Tyler did...A. Lot.

Tyler was the kind of boy who didn't care about the consequence. He left in the middle of jobs, he would steal food and above all else he would save other slaves by stealing owner keys from everyone except his own. His collar was far more complicated his owner had made it to have a small hole that was so small and on the underside of the thick metal collar. He couldn't feel or see the hole so he was at a loss.

Tyler approached a large white house with purple window frames and a purple decorative door plating. The house sat on the cliff just before the ocean a large gate that Tyler easily jumped sat.

"What the hell have you been doing Ty!" Shouted the burley male with a stocky height.

Tyler dropped his head and whispered. "Sorry sir." He was acting compliant but in truth he wanted to run. But he was trapped and knew it. Until that night when the storm hit them like a mysterious force was saying 'its time to see your true power.'

Jack was outside when the storm hit. In the blink of an eye. He had been putting up a tarp for the chickens when he heard a loud crash of thunder and screams quickly followed by darkness.

tongue He awoke to the sounds of water crashing and the rocking of the floor. He quickly came to his sense's. "Ah what hit me?" He muttered softly as the shadows of those up on deck showed through mild dew covered mossy wood and rusty nails peeked out with interest snagging anyone's clothing or skin of those who tree to close.

He was quickly answered by an averaged sized gentleman with a poor aroma about him. Dressed in drab worn clothing sporting tore pants and broken sandles. Looking as though he hadn't bathed in month's and the smell of his breath was as rancid as two month old fish left out in the sun for to long.

When he spoke he spat out in tongues that most didn't understand. Jack couldn't get a grasp of most of the mans word but he understood a few. They were the old language the words spoken before the crisis that ruined the world 1,000 years ago. It was illegal to teach the language and no one knew how they lost the 1,000 years.

The man spoke out. "Danger... Pirates... Listen Lilaa'kih k’ushiyah k'ulAX iit'nhinh ts'Ala." He was clearly concerned but I just shook my head and shrugged. After a few minutes of hand gestures I head someone shout. "Up and atèm we gots lotsa work for the new slaves." They were then brought up top where the captain stood with a light sigh. "Man the new recruits be lookin' a little scrawny." Asked the captain in a stern steady voice the demanded respect from all. His clothes looked new and he seemed to be at the top of the world when he spoke. "I am Tyler redsack the first pirate most of you have ever seen but the last one you'll know fer we be sellin ya off at the new worlds action to be slaves and thoughs not sold work for us the rest of there days." He said as all the pirates Cackle.