Lucy Little sat quietly on the deck of The Pearl, listening to the waves washing gently against the sides of the ship. It was a finely appointed vessel, freshly painted and equipped with gleaming heavy cannons, all fully loaded and ready for a battle that would never come. Lucy sensed that her days of pirate hunting were drawing to a close.
Listlessly, she turned another page in the book she had been reading – The Little Tragedy, penned by a cousin who had lived with her briefly after Lulu’s untimely demise. Although she was not normally inclined to emotionalism, Lucy could no longer contain her grief. The flood of tears she had been holding back finally broke loose. She stood up, ran forward to the bow of the ship and whispered into the deepening fog, “What’s happening to my family? To my life?”
To be continued…
Listlessly, she turned another page in the book she had been reading – The Little Tragedy, penned by a cousin who had lived with her briefly after Lulu’s untimely demise. Although she was not normally inclined to emotionalism, Lucy could no longer contain her grief. The flood of tears she had been holding back finally broke loose. She stood up, ran forward to the bow of the ship and whispered into the deepening fog, “What’s happening to my family? To my life?”
To be continued…