The balls of your feet slapped the stone floors as keys danced in your hands.
Your worn out velvet and dirty sailor coat, that reached to your ankles, flowed behind you.
Your striped red and brown pant held up by tied string ruffled as your legs made friction with each step in your sprint.
Your rather dirty white shirt ruffled against the wind caused by your running.
Wind rushed and attacked you from open windows as your hair flickered like a flame. The yellowish lights illuminated the dark hallways, but the rotting cells stayed untouched.
The sounds of soldiers yelling battle cries echoed and bounced off the stone walls. Their boots stomped heavily against the floor as the leather squeaked on their boots with each step. The sound of the boots grew louder, meaning they were closing in.
However, you didn't care.
Your only priority in that moment was running.
As you ran, your mind wandered. How would you escape? Which , brought up another question: How did you get here?
Well, it all began with your guardian, who was like an older brother to you because he was only three years older, Rags. He was responsible until he held rum in his hands. That's the thing. One day, well, the day before, you had both docked in some lands. Massachusetts. He politely asked for a case of rum. Being younger, it was tradition to accept. You had found a hidden pirate pub, in which you bought some rum. A gentle man, with a white wig, glanced at you. He had stared very deeply at your Midas Ring, a ring that could grant riches beyond belief. He then got up and sat next to you. He grabbed your hand, the one with the ring on it, and "kissed it". He had actually tried slipping it off with his teeth. The moment he tried however, his teeth felt a hot sting. That sting was the magic that helped keep the ring on your finger, a spell that made it unable to be stolen, yet it could be taken off when you pleased. He shot back, and yelped " Witch! ". You had broken out running. After hiding, and a wild goose chase, they found you. You were caught and brought into this prison. For your great escape, you summoned coins and threw them, making noise to distract the dog that had the keys dangling in his mouth. The noise attracted the dog, making him come closer to investigate. You swiped the keys and ran away. The jingling of the keys made the guards run after you, which is why you were running.
Now, you were free;well, partly.
All you had to do is escape. Escaping would be difficult in this time and age. With pirates scurrying around all the time, and prisoners escaping and joining crews, they up defenses to deflect any further troublemaking.
You coughed up the ring while running and slipped it on. You then kept running until you reached sandstone stairs, lit with an old lantern. You tiptoe-ran up the stairs, quiet not to alarm anyone with the sound of your feet slapping the floor.
You kept running, until you heard heard what sounded like an army of horses trampling towards you.
Bloody hell.. You muttered as you skittered behind a corner near by. You clasped your body to the surprisingly warm wall.
You breathed heavily as your chest rose and fell. The storm of soldiers had washed over, as the sound of their boots faded. After a moment, you cautiously peer around the corner.
The coast had been clear.
A wave of relief sailed over your body, as it calmed your vicious breathing.
You slowly swiped your feet across the cold and dirty floor, your feet collecting dust and dirt with every step. Your breathing had been steady, making sure not to give away your hiding location.
