There she stood with her back against the waves. The calm breeze blowing through her hair. She'd never been so at peace. The air was salty and the water was warm. The moon lit up the beach and the waves crashed thunderously on her back out in the deep ocean water. After hours of standing there thinking, she turned around to a dark silhouette floating among the waves, lurking on the edge of the horizon. It had a luminescence that seemed intriguing, she kept her eyes on it, studying it as it glowed
The mysterious figure inched closer in the deep, dark ocean. The green glow defining its sharp features. It finally came close enough for her to see the detailed boards all carefully nailed in place around the ship. It was old wood. There was moss growing on it and she wondered how the ship was still afloat.
She swam out deeper into the water not knowing what was out there beyond her previous spot and she found a large rock in the water and there she stood. Watching and waiting there on the rock. The water wasn't warm anymore and the waves had come to a halt. She wasn't scared of the eeriness that the ship,which seemed abandoned, brought. In fact, she was curious; always wanting to know more about anything and everybody and this time was no different.
After what seemed like hours, the ship was just feet away from her. If she just went out a little further she could graze her fingers along the mossy wood. She was already where she couldn't touch the ocean floor. Did she dare go further? Did she dare to touch the mossy wood with her delicate hands? She contemplated the dangers that might lurk all around her in the vast darkness of the ocean.
She carefully inched closer to the ship. She no longer felt small in the large ocean as her finger tips felt the aged, waterlogged wood. She noticed a ladder to the right of her. She was, at this point, overjoyed by the mystery that this ship brought and she wanted to uncover the secrets that have been embedded with every nail that's sunken deep within the ship.
The water seemed to grow colder and she shivered. She grew very weak as she contemplated whether or not to get on the ship. The waves started crashing against her and she realized that her body was too cold and tired to swim back to shore. She had only one option; to climb the ladder and get on the ship.
The ladder was made of rotten wood and she wondered if she was going to make it up before it snapped. Despite this fear, she kept climbing.
When she reached the top, she swung her legs over the edge of the ship and stood on the deck. The salty air moved all around her. She took in the view in front of her. The floor was made up of brand new wooden boards and there were pirate corpses everywhere. It made no sense to her. The corpses had been there for what looked like years and the boards were new. She was taken over with a sense of unease. She went to get off the ship when she realized that the ship had started floating back out to the middle of the ocean and she could no longer see the shore.
There was only one thing she could do; investigate the ship. She felt like she had been brought there to solve a mystery, but she had no clue how where to start. She looked around the upper deck. Besides the multiple rotting corpses of the Atlantic Ocean's pirates, there were old wooden crates that were labeled 'Fragile' in bright red. She walked over to the biggest crate to see if she could open it. It was nailed shut and impossible for her to open with her bare hands. She looked around for something to use to pry the cover off of the crate. Her only lighting on the ship was the big full moon over her head. The lack of light caused her to trip over something and land on a corpse.
She screamed and tried to jump up, but the corpses long bony fingers wrapped around her forearm and pulled her back down. The corpse's eyes opened. They glowed green. The girl opened her mouth to scream again, but nothing came out. The pirate's whole body began to glow. He looked like he had been desiccated for centuries. His skin was pale blue and you could see his dried out veins bulge out of his skin. She tried to scream again as the pirate pulled her neck toward his mouth. She felt two sharp teeth pierce her neck. She began going in and out of consciousness before everything went black. Her body went limp and the monster pushed her off of him and her body fell to the floor.
The pirate stood up and dragged her to the opening in the top deck that lead to the lower deck. The pirate picked her up and carried her down the steps and over to a bed in the far corner that had the name Blackbeard. He laid her down and covered her with the old, dusty blankets. He stood next to the bed and admired her fragile, pale appearance. Her long, black, flowy hair and her perfect lips. She could have been Snow White's doppelganger. She fit the description perfectly. Her lips were just as ruby red, her hair just as black, and her skin just as white. She was beautiful.
After staring at such a perfect creature for some time, Blackbeard collected some of her blood in a jar. He then left her and returned to the top deck. He looked all around at the corpses sprawled around the deck. He set the jar down on one of the crates and began throwing the desiccated bodies overboard. They had, after all, betrayed him. All he needed was the beautiful girl asleep in his bed and the contents in the crates.
He walked over to the crates and began prying them open one by one. Inside the crates lay Blackbeard's family. The family he had created from civilians that originated from a far away land. Their bodies lay in each wooden crate. Their desiccated bodys screamed for blood. Blackbeard grabbed the jar of the girl's blood and began pouring it into the mouths of the desiccated vampires.
