You guys are in for a treat. For this entry, I’m handing off the blog to a very special guest author who happens to be my 10-year-old son, Simon. His writing is exemplary. It’s…real. It’s natural. It’s conversational. Did I mention he’s ten? Yeah, I know I’m a beaming, proud father, but don’t take my word for it: Simon received an A+ for this story. AN A+!! I limped across the finish line with a “C” in my collegiate creative writing class, so maybe it’s a bigger deal to me than it should be. No matter. That’s my kid. He’s got talent.
Without further ado, please enjoy “Pirate Trouble” by Simon Watson
Boom! Splash! A cannonball shot at the ship I was being held captive on. Thankfully, it missed. This is that story.
I wake up sweating in my bed. I hear footsteps.I look at my clock. It is one in the morning. I look at the top bunk.
Kara, my sister, is there in a deep, deep slumber. I walk out to see what made the steps. I step into the living room only to see two bodies laying there. I look closer to see who they are.
Mom and dad. Both with deep cuts on their foreheads.
I ran back to my room and shook Kara so hard she almost fell out of her bed. She woke up both yawning and stretching.
“Hey!” She yelled. I answered with “Shhhh! Mom and dad are…”
“Mom and dad are what?”
She looked at me with a “I think you’re lying” look.
“Come with me,” I said.
We stepped into the living room, and she gasped. She burst out crying. Tears running down her cheeks like rivers. She put her face into my chest and started sobbing even more.
All of a sudden, a voice came from the front door.
“I’ve got you now! The name’s Blackbeard and you kiddies are comin’ with me!”
Fear was frozen on Kara’s face. Suddenly he grabbed both of us by the arm.
“Ow!” I said. Blackbeard had a strong grip. “Let go!” I said, then kicked him right in the stomach. He stumbled back. And just when I thought things were going good, he tightened his grip on me, let Kara go, swung his fist, and knocked me out.
He must have done the same thing to Kara (I woke up to her yelling and screaming for help.)I had a burlap sack over my head. My hands tied behind my back with rope. Through the tiny holes in the sack I could see Kara. She was tied up the same way I was.Burlap sack on the head, hands tied behind the back with rope.
I looked out the holes again. The sun was out. Had I really been out for that long? Then someone came over an ripped the sack off my head. The sun burned my eyes. I closed them and put them into my legs. Then the same person untied my hands. I put my hands over my eyes. I could finally squint. After about a minute I could open my eyes fully.
I looked up and saw Kara. She was already standing up.
She walked over to me and gave me a big big BIG BIG hug.
“Lets. Jump.” She said under her breath.
“What?!” I said in a medium voice. “Okay, fine.”
“Ready? On three. One. Two. Three. GO!”
We ran and ran but then…we were lifted into the air.
“What the..?” We looked back.
Of course it was Blackbeard, holding us up by the backs of our shirts.
All of a sudden, someone yelled “NAVAL SHIP! RAM THEM!”
The ship jerked to the right. I fell to the ground. The naval ship must have seen us, because they started firing.
Boom! Splash! A cannonball shot at the ship I was held captive on. Thankfully, it missed. A couple of inches lower and my head would have been ripped off.
The next two missed, and the next one hit. And that’s when I said “JUMP!”
We ran and jumped off the side. We decided to get out of the way of the cross-fire so we didn’t get hit. We swam to the front of the naval ship and they dropped down a ladder. We climbed up and the ship sailed away from the pirates.
They dropped us off at an orphanage. A month alter we were surprised when someone came and got us. We now had parents They had a dog and a cat. It’s going out well.
Here Simon’s teacher makes the following note: “I’d end the story here”. Like he’s some sort of stinkin’ editor. THIS IS MY BOY’S ART! HOW DARE YOU! HOW…sorry. Maybe the teacher is right. Nevertheless, here’s the epilogue…
And then I joined the army. My arm was blown off by a grenade. Luckily, I knew someone. A surgical doctor. Dr. Kara. She fixed me up, and later I got married and had two children. One boy and one girl. Josh and Lilly. From there on I had a good life.
9 thoughts on “Pirate Trouble”
Aw, this is so fun! 😀 I try to encourage my nieces and the kids I work with to stay creative and write. Such good things. 🙂
I just hope he sticks with it. I think he really has a “voice” and I’m so curious to see it grow and define itself.
Great kid from great genes!!
To say nothing of our great jeans!
I loved it and the author!!!!
Wow! TEN!? That’s pretty damn good! Funny thing though, it’s done so well you don’t even realize it’s written by a kid…till the epilogue 🙂 It like, yep, I’m done…where’s the video games or there’s outside to go play.
Or did he simply realize “Dang. I need one more paragraph to meet the word count. Guess I could have his arm blown off or something…”
ahhh yes, the dreaded word count. Bane of school children everywhere!