There I was, standing at the main staff, staring out at the sky blue ocean. I was
caught by it's beauty. I
stood there for another moment, until I heard Swabmop's voice coming from
starboard side, (That
tis' the right side of the ship, the left is called Port. I just don't want to confuse
you, mate) "You,
seadog up there, get your good-for-nothing carcass down here and I will give
you the rest of your
orders then." I snatched a rope off of the sail and slid down until I could jump,
then I landed catlike
on my toes, as I had seen the lookout, Sees, do many times. I am a cabin boy,
or girl, on a fine
English ship called, The Knife. Though the name was rather chilling, she cuts
through the water
as quickly as a knife slices bread. I am a girl, though all of the shipmates,
except the captain, think I
am a boy. Captain Smith took me in when I was quite young and nurtured me
until I now. I am a
strong and tan lass, I am 10 and a 1/2 years old. because of my deep voice,
my short hair and dark,
piercing eyes, I have been mistaken often for a boy. So when Captain Smith
was called to be on a
voyage, he quickly thought up this plan to take me along. So now here I was.
As I was thinking
about what good luck I had had for being with Captain Smith, Swabmop had
been talking to me.
As I came back to earth, I caught his last few words, "...and the Captain s
ays that if you don't do
exactly as he says, he will throw you to the sharks." He spit out a long stream
of tobacco juice over
the deck. I gulped, then smiled and moved slowly away from him. I would just
go to the captain myself and se was this all important job was. I lazily moved to
the captain's cabin doors and slipped inside. There was a corridor before his
room with both walls filled to the ceiling with columns of food. As I approached
the door, it
swung open and a short, bald and nervous looking man stepped
out and looked around, just as I jumped back into the shadows. He
nodded nervously, as if to assure himself, mopped his forehead with a
hankie. He stepped back into the cabin,
closing the door behind him. I got closer and put my ear to the door,
and listened.
Awesome! I can't wait for more!!! :)
ReplyDeleteOK, so what's going to happen?
Name suggestions from what I've heard: The Knife, Traveling on the Knife, or something along those lines. :)
Great job!!! I can't wait to hear more!!!!! =D
~Storyteller
Diary of the Knife sailor? I don't know, I will post more soon!
ReplyDeleteWell, it depends on if you want to give it more of a chilling name. Usually you don't want your name to be TOO long, unless you're doing more of a funny story and then it seems to work out better that way. Otherwise, you'll want something short and sweet. "The Knife" kind of gives that chilling and immediately the thought pops into your mind--"Does somebody get murdered??" Something like that. :)
DeleteVery nice!!! I really like the way it starts. And come on, what's more exciting than a girl traveling as a cabin boy? Can't wait for more!
ReplyDeleteNames? Hm, that's kinda hard when you've only seen a little part of it. But Storyteller had some good ones about The Knife. To make your title even more dramatic when your done, have the first word "the" be in normal print and then "knife" a lot bigger in a scary cursive looking print.
Kathryn's right. :)
DeleteSounds great guys! Thanks for helping!
ReplyDelete`Otter Days
That's SUCH a great story! You're great at writing! If I think of any names, I'll be sure to comment and let ya know! Love your blog!
ReplyDeleteKisses,
Isabelle <3