Writing Prompts

Water

Creative Writing Exercise #2:

A large wooden structure folded into the sea, relying on another. The two groaned at each other, trying to push the fallen back up, gravity wanting the formation to dive deeper. The crashing of waves did nothing to encourage the ship to not give up. Pulling it down, working hard to drag them both to the bottom. Thunder cheered the battle going on. As lighting clapped in excitement.

Becka weaved in and out of fights. Her sword drawn, reflecting each attack, aimed her way. Her eyes focus on the ladder leading to the floor below. These men had kidnapped her best friend. Her boat leaned against the other, making it easy to jump ships.

Only meters away, but the Captain of the enemy ship, Mark Young, decided to end her course, striking her upper abdomen. Becka gasped and swung her sword his way. It collided with his shoulder. With a wail, the two pulled their swords away from each other. One of Becka's hands became bloody as she placed pressure on the wound, her lovely white blouse not dashed with red. They dove into battle, Becka's movements a little slower as her brain became groggy, and the world swam.

Mark was no longer fighting only Becka, as one of her teammates joined her side, distracting the giant pirate. Becka nodded, slipping away after a couple more attacks. Nothing else came between her goal as she stumbled down the stairs, her eyes searching for her first mate.

There she lay, in prison, her eyes closed and her breathing shallow. "Lucy!" Becka cried out, gripping the bars, her blood-stained hands making their mark.

Lucy moaned, stirring in her position. "Becka," she called out. Her body flopped and bent as coughs racked her body.

"Hey, Lucy. It's me. I'm here to rescue you," Becka cooed, squatting to the ground, her own pain forgotten.

Lucy turned to Becka, squinting at her Captain. "How did you find me," Becka smiled, her voice a little stronger this time.

"I search all over." A tear slipped down her cheek. Becka thought she had lost her two years ago, but she had done it, there was the only one who mattered.

Lucy smiled, reaching for Becka's hand. "Well, the search is over, I'm home."

Becka shook her head, pulling her hand away and rising to her feet. Lucy followed her movements as she scanned the door. "Step back," Becka warned, kicking the door at its weakest point, breaking it down after a couple kicks. "Now, let us get you home."

It was only then that Lucy noticed the wound with which Becka had acquired. She rushed to her side, applying pressure. They turned as an arrow soared through the air piercing Becka's chest as she gasped out once more. The new wound only a couple centimeters away from the first. The two were smart enough to leave in the arrow as Becka dropped to her knees. Lucy chucked a knife she stole from the pirates earlier. The blade lodged into his chest knocking him to the floor.

Lucy dropped down with her cradling her. "Cap!" The blood from both wounds left her blouse red and pink, no longer any sign of its original color. To be reunited and only to be separated. "You promised to only go down with your ship."

BOOOOM! It was no thunder, as they heard the thunderous creaking of wood snapping and screams filling the air. "I guess I will," Becka pushed out. Her body went limp as she let out one final breath.

"NOOOO!" Lucy cried, hugging her, shaking her. Gone. Gone. Gone! Becka had been successful in saving her first mate, but at what cost. Where would they go, who would lead them?

The events following blurred. Samatha, who had helped her Captain earlier, came down bloody and battered. She rushed over, helping to carry the body, dragging Lucy along. The ship they were currently on was the one-shot, not their home. There was still hope, but first, they needed to fix the position. Then do what they can for their fallen Captain.