A pirates life

The sound of gunfire, cannon fire, and the sounds of splintering wood filed the air as the shouts of battle emanated from the sailors of His Majesty's Navy, and a pirate ship that had caught up to them. The pirates had blasted some chain shot to break the mast of the Navy's ship making it immobile, before preparing to board it. John Kidd, a twenty year old sailor of His Majesty's Royal Navy, by far the youngest sailor aboard the Swallow fired his rifle at one of the pirates who was swinging aboard on a string of rope. He watched with satisfaction as the man dropped into the water between the two ships. The prognosis of the ship couldn't have been good after taking that many cannonballs to the gunwales, but the sailors continued to fight on at the captain's command. "Kidd!" The captain shouted over the sound of swords clashing and pistols firing.

"Yes Captain!"

"Get below deck!"

"Why, I can fight?"

"Yes, I saw that shot, but you're just a young lad, almost as old as my own son back home in England. The safest place for you is below deck, now go!"

"But I can stay and fight!"

"That's an order Kidd! I'm still captain of this tub, and as long as I'm drawing breath, you take orders from me." The captain commanded.

"Yes sir!" John saluted and went below deck and hid behind the barrels of gun powder, a spark could blow the ship out of the water. He had dropped his rifle above deck as was regulation when being sent below deck aboard the Swallow, but he was still armed with a pistol and sword at his waist if he needed to make a last stand. Then again, he could always knock a lamp of one of its hooks and blow himself along with the pirates up. Nah, he never was much for dramatics anyway. He continued to listen to the sounds of dying men, and the sounds of battle that were getting progressively louder and closer to the opening to the bay. Suddenly the hatch was opened, and as John hid behind the barrels he heard the captain speak.

"See, it's empty, just as I said." The captain said.

"Interesting, you see one of my crew, said he saw someone run down here, what looked like a young man? You have any clue as to who my man was speaking about?" John heard a voice say. The voice had that familiar British accent, but it was perverted in a way that made every word coming out of the man's mouth sound like a dagger being thrown.

"I-I-I don't know what you're talking about." The captain said obviously scared. The next thing John heard was a sharp gasp, then a series of thuds, as he understood that the dead body of his captain now lay at the foot of the stairs.

"Search the bay! Bring me anything that looks worth our while. If there's anyone down there, bring it to me alive!" John heard the voice say as he heard a distinctive sound of a peg leg on the deck above that he had missed from before. John heard muttering of voices coming down into the hold, it was now or never.