Flying With The Dutchman

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I'm a 24 year old, red haired, blue eyed girl. Yes my father is a blacksmith and my mother is a maid for the Governor and his extremely cute son. I live a pretty ordinary life, i am forced to chose to have my fathers job or be a maid for the governor (not that I don't mind) and every body expects the best of me.

You could say I am obsessed with the ocean and you would be right. I have this toy like every little girl would have except I have had this toy for my whole life and it is my favourite toy, definitely not the toy you would expect me to have. It is a ship, a really beautiful ship that has sails of velvet and wood of the oak tree living in our back yard. It has been my dream ever since I was younger to sail on a real ship and live on it for my life but my mother would never let me touch a ship. 

“Mum? I am turning 25 in a week and I think it is time I leave to go find my own life? Maybe by ship?” I questioned mother preparing my ears for her to shout at me, and as I expected she did yell at me tearing my head off about how I was not allowed to touch or enter a ship.

“But mum it’s my choice now, it’s my life!” I argued back.

“I don’t care; you will fill in my job at the governor’s house or fill in your father’s life as a blacksmith. It’s the best for us all.”

“More like for you.” I mumbled back storming off to my room.

“You will be starting tomorrow!” I heard my mother shout back as I left. I slammed the door shut just to make sure that mum knew I was mad and then I grabbed my ship (the toy but I don’t like calling it a toy ship) I also grabbed my awesome chucks. I climbed through my large window, yes this is how I escape, and I ran down the beach, sat down just far enough for the water to touch my feet and held my ship in my two hands. ‘This is it, my dreams have come to an end’ I mumbled to myself while letting my boat down to sit in the water. As the boat touched the water however, it was like an invisible barrier had covered the sea like a blanket protecting it from harm’s way.

I was not paying much attention to this but if I had maybe this whole story would never have started.

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 “Ah, the captain will be proud of me for catching you, hahahaha.” The cold dark voice said and then he hit me over the head with something hard. 

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