I’ve long wanted to write a story about pirates, and I finally sat down and whipped off 5200 words in two days. That’s pretty good speed for me. I tend to write slowly, but it must have been percolating, because it flowed like water down a hill.
The story is finished and will be posted here in sections until complete. To keep it from dragging on too long, I’ll often post more than one section at a time.
To those of you who might be squicking over Wiley’s age, please note: I researched this, and it wasn’t uncommon for young boys to be sexually active in the 17th century. First, lives were shorter then. Second, boys (and girls) had to grow up much faster than nowadays. Third, there were few laws in place to protect kids. I am in no way advocating sex with minors. But I hope never to be so politically correct I can’t write an historical story without including the facts as they were at that time.
Copyright © April 2017 by Theo Fenraven
A Pirate’s Tale
Captain Cager didn’t look up from the desk when Wiley came in with his dinner. “Set it down somewhere.” He was studying a map with great intensity.
“Aye, sir.” Wiley, ship’s boy, was getting used to Cager’s brusque ways and took no offense. He had only been on the brigantine a few weeks and was trying his best to fit in. What a fool he’d been, thinking pirating would be an adventure. Hard work was what it was, and plenty of it. He wished he was back in Nassau, lolling in the sunshine and eating fresh fruit. The food on the Black Hunter wasn’t always good.
He set the tray on a small table near the bed, as the desk was covered in paper and other trifles. It contained the best of the victuals Manny, the cook, could scare up. Stores were running low; they had been at sea since Wiley had snuck aboard. “Should I straighten the cabin, sir?”
Before Cager could respond, Quill, the quartermaster, opened the door and marched in. “Are you still determined to do this blasted thing?”
Wiley shrank back into a shadowy corner and squatted, making himself small. Quill scared him. He was equal to the captain in authority, and unless they were in battle, the crew reported to Quill. If Wiley didn’t measure up, he might be put ashore somewhere inhospitable or tossed overboard for the sharks. Continue reading