Writing Prompt

I almost forgot to write! Not cool, then again, I had a migraine today and I can barely breathe. Also not cool.  So, I’ll cut my some slack since I really want to sleep but am going to write this first. Nanowrimo prep!

Prompt: A seafaring fantasy where your protagonist is not a pirate. Bonus points if s/he’s not in the navy, either.

“Land, ho!”

I hear them yelling above me, as footsteps cross the deck and ropes fall.  It’s a unique pattern I’ve grown to hearing these last few years.  I’ve become used to the noise, the creaking of the timber, and the salt in the air.  Lucky for me, the crew has finally become used to me as well.

Land. I rush up above deck with my sketch book, and find a nice area to prop myself.  I begin drawing the island, for that is what it is, as we come upon it. There is a small pier, and I wonder where we have landed.  The crew is excited, as a pier means people.  And leave.  At least for a few days.

“BRIANNA!”

Uh oh.  I turn toward the bellow, looking for his face.  I see his hat first.  You would think my father wouldn’t go for such stereotypes but he claimed it was no fun to a be a pirate if you couldn’t wear the hat.  It is at that moment that he catches sight of me. “Hi father!” I wave merrily, and begin climbing down.

“Look! Land.  Don’t you want to go with the landing party and explore?”

“No. You know I very well do not.”

“You do not even know where we are.”

“I don’t suppose that matters, now does it? I’m not leaving the ship.”

“Brianna…”  I catch the slight whine to his voice and know that after two years of this he must be about ready to murder me himself. Actually, scratch that. He probably wishes his crew had done it when they threatened it.

“I am NOT leaving.  I know what you swore to Mother.”

“I am a Pirate, you know. It means I don’t KEEP my word.”

“You always kept your word to momma.”

My father sighs heavily.  The crew pays us no mind. We have had this almost exact argument more times than I can count. I really don’t know why he bothers anymore.

“One of these days missy, you will not be able to stay on this ship. And you better hope your feet land somewhere you want to stay.”

“Aye, aye sir.”

I watch him glare at me, and realize that his wheels are turning. He has taken me all over the world in the past two years trying to tempt me off this ship to keep his promise. More than once he has tried to have me carried off. After a few little mishaps, his men refuse to even try. I may not be allowed to be a pirate, but I am one by birth. I always have tricks up my sleeve.

But, so it appears, does my father.  I see a man waving on shore, and I hear my father’s shouts. “Father! Long time no see.”

We have pulled in much closer than we normally would.  As we reach the pier, it dawns on me how familiar this place is. And there is only one person my father would call Father. “You tricky man.”

He picks that moment to turn and smile. “You remember your grandfather? Your mother wanted to see him again, but she did not get the chance. I thought it was time I honored that part of the bargain.”

“I am still not stepping foot on this island.”

“Have it your way. TIE HER UP MEN! WE STAY HERE”  There is a large shout from the crew. They are ready to rest.  On my father’s mad dash from the top of the globe to here in his effort to tempt me off the boat, they have had little of it.

I so badly want to see my grandfather.  It has been almost five years.  I was only 12 the last time I saw him, but I still remember him reading to me by the fire. It was one of the reasons I starting writing down my father’s adventures.

(Battery is dying. I really like this.  More later)

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