The Man.

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The night is cool, the moon is high in the clear blue sky, I stand looking out to sea, thinking of adventure, I've always loved the sea, it's full of mystery. A little further along there's a giant pirates ship, fathers says I shouldn't be out alone, but he doesn't know I leave at night, being trapped behind those four walls makes me crazy, I'm meant for more than this, I need adventure, danger! My heart begins to pound when I hear footsteps fast approaching, I'm 18 years old, alone, at night! I turn slowly to face my stalker, just a few feet away stands a scraggy looking man, thick, dirty brown hair waves down his back, he has a menacing grin upon his face, there's no one around just us "must be from the tavern just a few minutes from here" I think to myself, he laughs looking into my eyes seeing my fear, hopeful I can deter him I stand tall and walk a step towards him "Can I help you?" My voice is stern, hiding my very real terror. He opens his mouth wider, bearing his yellow and almost rotten teeth "Yes, you can" his voice is deep and croaky "You can come with me quietly, around the corner" He stops to look me up and down, my hort, black hair flickers in the wind, I stand my ground "when we get there, you WILL, remove your clothes and do as I say GIRL" my breath catches as he rushes towards me, I'm fortunate enough to have older brothers that have taught me some defence, I lash out, striking him on the cheek, but still he's stronger and much bigger than myself "you'll pay for that bitch!" He grabs my hair, pulling me with him, I reach down to grab the dagger I keep in my boot, lift and slash at his arms, once he lets go I run to the only occupied place I can see... The ship.

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