MY short stories.

My Little Fairytale

There once was a man. He wasn't a normal pirate. He would soar with the fairies and swim with the mermaids. He bore no scars and wore no hooks. He looked simply like a man who had never seen a battle. Never once did he raise his voice to the crew nor did he harm anyone.

Of course, he did have a few flaws. No one could ever be perfect. He wore an eyepatch over his left eye, in which he could not see out of. He sailed the seven seas with his loving wife and their pet crow, Isaac. The man sometimes locked himself in his quarters for hours or days at a time. His wife would always knock on the door and ask if everything was alright. She always asked him if he wanted anything or to see anyone. When the man was in his quarters, his wife would always take command of the ship until he came out.

Now, because she was a woman, the crew didn't really care much for what she had to say. She always did her best at commanding the ship and helping the crew. They usually just pushed her away. The captain would, when he noticed, scold the crew. After all, she was only trying to make herself useful.

When the man found himself in a battle, he'd do his best not to hurt anyone. You see, he was a gentle and kindhearted man. He usually took prisoners and sailed them to the nearest dock. He could never bring himself to harm another living being. His wife would usually avoid the battles. If -when- the crewmembers got hurt she'd always patch them up best she could. If a single member of the crew died, she'd lock herself in the captain's quarters for a few hours or days. Sometimes, the man would knock on the door and hear his wife weeping over the loss. Whenever he heard this, his heart would sink. He'd offer to cuddle with her. Of course, she always accepted.

The two loved each other, their pet, the ship, and the crew dearly. But, the two knew there was something missing. Children. They wanted children, but they could never find the right place to stay. Sometimes the captain's wife's usually frightened condition would make them have to find someone better to help with it. You see, she was prone to panic attacks which wouldn't allow her to breathe for a while. Of course, they had a doctor on the ship when they weren't docked. When the wife wasn't too busy or sick, she'd help the captain with whatever she could. Sometimes she helped the doctor treat the crew. When the captain and his wife weren't doing separate things, a battle would usually happen before either could say something.

Sometimes, when the woman was lonely, she soared with the fairies. She forgot her troubles on dives with the ever so beautiful mermaids. Sometimes, though, she'd pull out a journal and write sad poems. Other times she'd read either an old book or one of her old diaries. She'd usually laugh and smile about what she'd written as a young girl. Ocassonally, she'd weep over the memory of her family. The ones closest to her that she lost in a great battle. Her husband, the captain, never knew why she was crying when she would suddenly burst into tears. He'd always hug her tightly and tell her everything was okay, that she was safe with him.

As time went on the couple had twins. They named the female Isabelle and the male Icarus. Isaac, their pet, would always terrorize the captain when the woman was ill or taking care of the twins. The man would always just smile and feed the crow. When the man was ill, his wife would do as much as she could for him, their children, and the crew. When the ship was docked the woman would always go on a walk with her family. That included the crew and obviously, Isaac. Never would she leave anyone on the ship. She'd always insist that they come with her to enjoy the beautiful new towns or islands. She always had had an eye for beauty.

The captain always told his wife how beautiful she was. She'd always wave it off, saying that she wasn't beautiful. She'd never much cared for her looks. To the captain, no matter how disheveled his wife looked, she was always the most beautiful person in the room. At one point in time, the woman told the captain how much he meant to her once a day. She'd usually leave him notes or random gifts. He always returned the feelings by telling her how much she meant to him or passionately kissing her. Never would the man do anything to harm his wife. They were happy together. The crew, though it took a few years before the twins were born, warmed up to the woman.

They were a big happy family. Though, sometimes the woman would receive a letter from someone. Someone only she knew. When the woman received these letters, always after she read them, she'd have a panic attack. Ocassonally the panic attacks were almost deadly. They'd be so bad that the woman would pass out from lack of air. Sometimes she'd almost choke on a sob. This would always worry anyone close to her.

Growing worried, the man insisted that he keep an eye on his wife. He didn't want her to suffocate and die. He always read the letters, not wanting to risk his wife having a really bad panic attack. The woman suspiciously began growing weak and pale after every visit to a town. This got so bad that the captain had his wife stay on the ship with the twins. He stayed too, telling the crew to get the supplies. He made sure she ate enough to get at least a little meat on her bones. Slowly but surely, the woman got stronger and the color returned to her skin.

One day the woman saw one of her brothers on a ship. He had light brown hair and pale orange eyes. The woman had jet black hair and silver eyes. This must have been her little brother. Her twin had jet black hair and dark purple eyes. They were so strange looking someone turned them into an attraction at a circus. Sighing, the woman took care of her children while her faithful husband talked to her little brother. The two had only seen each other once.

Years went by and the couple settled down in a seaside town. Their children grew up, getting proper education. As years passed the children moved out and started families of their own. As for the loving couple, they died peacefully in their sleep. They'd died of old age on the same day, same hour, same year, same month.

The lovers got their happy ending. The question is; will we all? I'll leave you to think about that. Be careful of who you give your heart to.

The End

This little fairytale of mine was dedicated to AllenWarLight when I first made it. Farewell, Survivors. *Walks into the shadows* I'll see you in Hell.