The first thing I ask of my brother is to be a part of his crew, and that starts with a change of clothes. If we are to work together, I need to be a pirate in training. No longer am I Bethany, but Beth suits me better.

I join him on the deck, dressed as pirates should be dressed. Trousers, shirt, and my hair tied back into a bun. I am part of this ship, The Blue Lagoon, and it is part of me.

As Harry steers our ship into an ingrate darkness, the air feels tight against my lungs. I quietly speak the spell my mother first taught me. A spell to ward off evil spirits. It lightens his load, but adds to mine.

Every pirate has lost his voice, but they don’t know why. The treasure we seek leaves a fear I don’t even understand. A anxious sea is calm, but tortured at the same time. Seagulls don’t screech, fish don’t swim and I keep on with my spell.

It is almost like the island we seek is protecting itself from intruders. We need to be here, I’m sure of it. There is danger, but great treasure too.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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