The Secret of Me

A Strange New World

The world spins, black spots dotting my vision with every shallow breath, pain etching threw out my entire being, blood that was of my own and others drenched my skin hair and thin clothing, the clothing that is now shreds barley clinging to my body. I hear a faint yell, all the words a blur but the last two, these two words where "Please remember!" then the only comfort I had left in this cruel unsafe world left, sending me plunging into the darkness of unconsciousness.

Then disorientated yells slowly aroused me, something soft cushioned me, yet it was grainy, smelling odd. My memory blank.

The dialogue I heard was something I couldn't understand, a language unknown to me, my vision blurry, this strange atmosphere burring in my chest, rough hands pulling me up as if I was nothing more than an unworthy piece of trash, more yells, and something cold and hard connected my wrists, my vision clears enough so that I am able to see what surrounds me.

A white like soil litters the ground, the soft thing I was lying on, some grains clinging to my filthy skin, I look from the soil to an odd swishy swashy thing, shaded in a mesmerizing hue, something I couldn't describe with a lowly word. Tall things in a less remarkable color reach up toward the ceiling of this odd world I've landed myself in, upwards beautiful things, large and wispy litter the sky and a gold orb beams down upon me warming my skin, which was thickly caked with blood and grim.

Then I land hard on the flooring of something rocking steadily back and forth, more yells and crude amused sounds. I scowl, disgusted with these ravaged animals, causing more disgusting amused sounds.

Then something hits the back of my pounding head causing my vision to go red, but as I kneel over, my eyes on the ground I refuse to give in, I try to use my bound hands to push myself back up but the restrains prevent me. Instead I steadily, slowly sit back up causing the group to go silent.

I finally comprehend a single word they utter.

Monster.

My anger boils deep within my being, almost at my core, my hands shake causing the chains to rattle, they all step back, I then hear a loud sound and warm new blood mixes with the old, my arm felt limp, even more soar than before, yet they audacity to call me a monster?

The beasts themselves labeling me as the fearsome creature?

I think not.

As I started to stand I was knocked over, into a crate, then it was sealed tight, chains bore my wrists and I was now caged, they really did believe I was the beast....

A splashing sound came next, their voices drifting farther and farther away....

And as I left that group of beastly monsters I'd later learn to refer to as pirates, my past was drifting in the same direction as the beasts.

Away.

Far, far away.