I walked along the creaky floorboards of Laughingstock's interior.
It made me sick as I thought of the fact that she was alive and I was basically walking in her body like some kind of parasite.

An eerie feeling I had not grown accustomed to nor fond of in this wild world of Candle Cove.

I traversed the quiet ship until I got to the deck, I stared out into the ocean and immediately just broke down. My entire body just slowly collapsing as I stared off.
How could this happen? How could I be taken to this scary place? Was I even alive or was this what people called Hell?
Of course my crewmates are lovely (Most of them anyways) but now Im stuck here.

During my weeping, I heard a noise... like a storm approaching.
I stared out into the distance then remembered I had a telescope so I began my climb to the crow's nest.
It was almost like instinct, I peeked through it and I nearly dropped it when I saw a Shit your Pants terrifying ship approaching and then screamed.
"CAPTAIN POPPY!!!! SHIP FAST APPROACHING!!!"

Now I know I didnt say that correctly but I sure as fuck didnt know what they were called and I didnt wanna find out.

Nobody came out, they were getting closer and I had to do something.
I quickly got down from the nest and I ran over to the wheel, steering sharply and forcing Laughingstock to veer to the left.
I heard her awaken and move with a start.
She was speaking... I wasnt listening.

Where the fuck was a gun.
I was digging through a chest when I finally found one

Great... right we have those old timey ones.
I was used to modern guns cause my father and I would hunt together so we'd have some meat for my mom to make during Winter.
Not that there was no stores but instead that it was because wild game had leaner meat and some of it even had lard that would last us through the winter months and keep our stomachs full.

I had to remember what my father did, showing me how to load a gun.
I was filled with mortal terror but I was also in full protection mode.
The people who have been kind to me and that poor little girl were in danger and it was my job to protect them.

I heard a horrible creaking and sawing noise... as if something was cutting into wood but the boat nearby wasnt even close to Laughingstock and Laughingstock didnt sound distressed rather than confused.

I got the pistols on me loaded and started working on what people call a Molotov.
Now THAT one was tricky as I raced into the boat and grabbed some bottles.
Hearing a horrible noise as I raced back up and blocked the door so the others would be safe in case the intruders got on board.

I was ready, I sincerely hope I remembered how my father explained what those cocktails were made of otherwise I was sincerely fucked.

I made my way to the wheel and I let it release, running to the end of the rocking boat then preparing to fire as the enemy boat quickly approached.

Those horrible teeth... those eyes... that boat looked like a thing of hell and it scared me.

I refused to allow it to sway me though as I prepared to shoot.
Fuck I hoped it would work.

When they got close enough, I fired at the captain right in the head.
They were wearing a tall patched hat with a cape to match.
They seemed to fall as another crew member raced to help them up.

Then I climbed up into the nest again and with pure adrenaline I cut a rope from it then swung over the ship, throwing a lit coctail (Hehe thanks Milo for the matches you stupid fuck).

I could hear the shrill screams of... of whatever the hell those things were.

I then was shot at and fell, slamming onto the deck and feeling the unbareable pain in my body. I yelped, tears brimming my eyes but I wasnt about to go down as one by one they tried to board the ship, bullets flew and I hid.
I shot from my hiding place until I had no more bullets to pump then I threw coctails until there were both no more matches nor bombs.

Then I was left with a sword... and three members remaining...

The captain... his lackey and whatever the fuck that hellish fly person was.

I quickly stabbed the fly person once I left my hiding place, dashing to another hiding place while being shot at.

Their captain had a pistol... I could hear the heels of his boots click against Laughingstock's deck.

The others were below, I could hear them. My heart raced, terror pumped through my veins as I held my sword and stared around...

I was really doing this... I was sitting on a boat during a thunderstorm while rain came down like bullets while soaking me.
Blood came from the puppets around me yet they seemed to be alive somehow...
The undead.

I wanted to cry, I wished this had been a very elaborate dream...
I could feel it all though... and I saw the chilled breath exiting my mouth as I panted.
I felt the warmth of the blood trickling down my wounds as well as the freezing cold clothes that were soaked, clinging to my body.

The hard winds as the storm got worse... my red hair...
My hair.... was red now.

I heard him click his gun behind me so I rolled out and tackled him.

"WHAT THE HELL!?!?!" The lackey I presume had shrieked...

Boy did I feel like an idiot as we tumbled and the boat leaned to the side...
Sending us both overboard.

I felt the water chilled around me, I saw the figure of the captain as he swam towards me.

I saw him finally...
A skeleton with horrible eyes...
And I knew... I was done for.

Or at least thats what I made him believe.
I am not a brave soul, no no... but this man had earned my rage and thus I decided to end him right here.

I waited very still and let myself sink a bit before he began to swim back up.
After a moment I was losing breath so I quickly swam back up, breathed in then dived under their now fireless boat.
I had my swords still and only one was thick enough to fuck this thing up...
So that is precisely what I did.

I jammed the sword into the bottom of the boat then wiggled it so the planks would seperate before I pulled the sword out then swam back up.

I was tired, I had swallowed some water when I made myself sink and resurfaced.
I watched and listened as the other boat screamed.
Slowly sinking while the others yelled to retreat and did so.
The skeleton man glared at me as they left, trying to keep the boat afloat.

I iust watched on, I slowly climbed up and laid myself onto the boat's floor.

I could hear them all around me, trying to help me.
I could feel Janice squishing my cheeks... I could hear her calling out to me...
I then passed out.