I walked slowly forward, my hands bound with rough rope, poked and prodded by my former allies. I glanced back to see the faces of the scruffy men, each who I knew by name, a look of betrayal in their cold, hard eyes. I felt a wave of disappointment overcome me as I brought my eyes to the gently swaying wood floor.
"Walk the plank traitor!" an angered voice called.
I completely deserve this, I thought to myself. I'm scum.
My gaze lifted to face the calm blue ocean. It was a calm day, nice and warm. The crisp, salt air smelled fresh and clean - it reminded me of my first voyage.
It's a good day to die. I decided.
I turned sadly back to my crew, "I'm sorry. I really am, but I didn't have much of a choice." I said as my voice wavered slightly as the crew looked down on me with shame.
I took a deep breath as I walked to the end of the unstable wooden plank, "To Davy Jones Locker..." I said, barely audible to anyone but myself.
"M-Martin..." a soft, familiar voice squeaked.
I looked to face the young, crying boy. His eyes were a clear, sea green. Eyes like mine that some call the Eyes of the Sea. I gave him the strongest look I could, "Don't give a second thought about me, y'hear kid?" I said with a deep breath, "I'm a traitor, remember that! I'm not worth the worry, a traitor! A traitor!"
I faced the ocean for the final time savoring the last moments I would ever see of the ocean's surface. I took a deep breath before finally taking my last step, I closed my eyes.
Rest at last.
YOU ARE READING
Deep Waters
General FictionMartin is a young boy who knows nothing but his home town. But when his life is turned upside down by pirates, he's given no choice but to follow the captains orders to save his life.
