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I am left alone in my comfortable prison, aware of nothing more than the lies my mother told me. The memories stolen from me because she wanted me to be free of the chains of the sea.
Who made the choice to prise us apart? How could a mother choose between her children? Perhaps to spare them, but she must have known how her son would move forward in life.
Nothing like his father, but nothing like her either – a man without directions couldn’t steer his own ship. Perhaps, with the loss of our father, his heart hardened into a lump of stone.
I close my eyes, and try to picture the little boy he was. A child enamoured by the stars, his binoculars finding our star. Leading us to our own treasure. Away from the land, further than the sea, there is an island we both belong.
I advance to the porthole, and stare outside. Insufficient thoughts travel around my mind in a bid to understand it all. I do not feel in any danger, but I worry for my friends. Land is a distant dream for them, and I hope to find some spark in my captor to release them on the next island.
It is what I wanted after all – to meet my father and be a pirate in training. Learn his ways with compassion in my heart. My attempts at unravelling the importance of my words are distracted by the door opening once more.
Writer Ravenclaw 