As I ran down the dimly lit street I could hear the police whistles yelling at me to stop, I knew that they hadn't seen me yet so I suddenly stopped and dropped to the ground my petticoats fanning out around me. the officers came around the corner and I began sobbing...a performance my father would have been proud of "That man! He...H-he tried to kill me! " I yelled between fake sobs. "He went that way officer! Around the corner ( another sob) he stole my purse! "
Two of the men took off running in the direction that I had pointed to while the third stayed for a moment as if studying me, then helped me to my feet and told me to stay put until they returned with my stolen purse. I watched him round the corner and carefully looked into the small purse hidden under my cloak, and was rewarded with the slight glistening of the diamonds I had taken. I reattched the bag to my belt right behind my pistol and walked quickly towards the docks. As I made it towards our ship I took one last look around, admiring London thinking that if I had a different life that I might live here. Maybe in a house near Big Ben. Then switching back to reality I climbed aboard my father's ship, the Jolly Roger
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Hooked
Fantasy"I'm not going to hurt you I promise." He told me in a calm voice as if speaking to a small child. "The only people on the island are Indians. so tell me who you are and I'll put my weapon down." I hissed. he stared at me for a moment before he bow...
