Livin' Like a Pirate

Chapter 8

I don't even know how long I was asleep all I know is that I woke up and it was dark. Arthur only turns on the light when it gets dark out and the light was on. I sat up. I didn't remember falling asleep under the covers. 'Francis must have put the covers on me after I fell asleep.' I thought to myself. I stood up. My legs were still a bit week. I sat on the edge of the bed and sighed. "He's gone." I whispered to myself. "He's truly gone." A fresh tear slid down my cheek. I wiped it away and took a deep breath. I had to calm down.

The door opened and I looked to see Alfred. "Sup dude. How you feeling?" He asked as he stepped inside. I sighed and thought. How was I feeling? Sarow? Anger? If anger at what or whom? Was I scared? Was I in the mist of hating myself? Maybe I was just confused.

"Confused." I replayed as I decided that was what I was feeling. Alfred just chilled. He came and sat beside me.

"Francis told us what happened." He gave me a sad smile. I just looked down.

"I can't believe he's gone..."

"I can under stand that. I guess when you love some one you kinda think that they can't die and that they will live forever. That's how I felt about my mom." I looked up at him.

"Your mom? What happened?" I asked then realized that I shouldn't have asked. It was probably a sore subject for him. But he just smiled up at me. It had a hint of sadness but never the less it was still a smile.

"It was a pirate..." He began looked foreword as if reliving the moment. "He had come to our town. Me and Mattie were only about 8. They came and stole a lot of stuff. In the mist of confusion my mom was shot. I don't know if it was the pirate or a bystander hoping to get the pirate but I did know that I couldn't hold a grudge. My mom was a wonderful girl and she would not be proud if I held a grudge. So I let it go. In fact me and Mattie were soon adopted by a pirate couple. They were real nice. That's when I knew I wanted to be a pirate. Cause even thought every one thinks they're bad.... Not all of them are. Actually the nicest one I've ever met was Arthur." He laughed,

"Arthur? As in the annoying Brit who thinks he's king of me?" I said with a hunk of anger.

"Yeah yeah I know what your thinking and yes he is a total turd. But... He helped a lot of people. All of the people here have a story. They were either abandoned, hated, or whatever. But if they were running from something or needed somewhere to go Arthur would open his gates up and let them abord. He maybe a feared captain but he's not really that bad." I just rolled my eyes. How could something as evil as him be the good guy? Did that make me the bad guy?

"I don't know how much I believe that." I stated, Alfred just laughed.

"You'll see." He said then got up and left. I huffed and crossed my arms.

"You'll see? What's that suppose to mean?" I asked myself.