This was something I did for school awhile ago, it was kinda forced and not something I am super proud of, but I need to post something right? Oh and there are some huge grammatical errors, I am sorry! But I can't fix them, that's just cheating.

The Last Journey of Captain Tony

Every time a wave crashed against the F.S. Commonus every board creaked creating a big racket that only added to the nervousness of the crew. The wind was good at least, only a single hour left if the G.P.S. told true. But the storm interfered and it did cut out on occasion. ‘The storm may conceal our vessel though.’ The captain thought to himself. As long as the G.P.S. told true they had nothing to worry about.

        A large wave hit the bow of the Commonus and the ship went up into the air and crashed back down soon after causing the captain, Tony, to lose his footing. Smashing against the floor with a thud did catch Merrick’s attention from the room. Merrick swung open the door and asked in his strong Newfoundlander accent. “All be good cap’n?”

        Tony got to his feet and sighed. “Yes Merrick the wave just caught me off guard is all.” He explained. “How much longer would you say?” Asked Tony, hoping it wouldn’t be too much longer for every passing minute only served to lower the morale of the crew even more.

        Merrick clicked his tongue against his teeth to make a ticking sound the answered “Well cap’n, wit’ t’e wind in ‘ur favor as t’is shouldn’t be m’re than… Anot’er hour?” Which caused Tony to let out a sigh of relief. Somewhere around another hour was good time, indeed. In fact, if that was the case, they would be back in port by the weekend, relaxing in San Blas!

        Those thoughts needed to be put aside though, Tony needed to make preparations. “Good, good.” Mumbled tony as he left his own quarters and entered what was known as the “Cargo Room” which was admittedly used for more domestic purposes then it was first intended for. Some hot plates were set up on a plastic crate, several sleeping bags were on the floor for the crew, then there was a roundish table with four chairs around it and a deck of cards which appeared to have been used for a game of Texas Hold ‘em before it was abandoned. A bowl of mostly finished beans sat on the table too, with a spoon stuck in it, and an empty glass with a few water droplets stuck to the bottom.

        Tony continued up a very steep set of steps to the deck of the F.S. Commonus and bellowed “Fred! Don! Get your weapons and be ready! We will need them in another turn of the clock!” ‘But maybe sooner’ He thought to himself. A captain needed to be specific though.

        “Harold!” He continued. “Get up to the crows nest! And you know your job Mick!” All of the crew scampered across the deck. Fred and Don, both burly men sharing a lot of traits for they were both brothers, rushed to the cargo room and came back up with rifles. Harold quickly climbed up the mast with surprising ease, and Mick stayed where he was.

        It was Micks job to steer the ship, and he did it on a slightly elevated platform at the very back of the ship with a torn blue tarp over it. The Global Positioning System was in Tony’s quarters though so Merrick ran back and forth to keep Mick informed.

        Crash! Another big wave hit the side of the ship and Harold yelled “There they are, sir! Just off the Starboard side of the ship!”

        Fred and Don together ran over to the right of the ship and made ready out in the distance. A small sail boat slowly came into sight. Approximately five minutes more were spent moving in then Tony grabbed his megaphone and shouted “Surrender your goods or prepare to be boarded!” There was no reply save the loud gunshots that sung in the air.

        The ships slowly continued on towards each other and Fred as well as Don fired off an occasional shot to frighten the enemy into cover. This continued for quite some time. A minute passes, then bang, then more of a wait, and another bang. The ships were close and Tony yelled “Prepare to board!” then after another minute he hollered again “BOOOOOOOOOARD!” Harold fired a shot out of his sniper from the crows nest.

        There was an enemy, swinging at Don, and he fell lifeless suddenly. Tony payed him no mind and found somebody else to target. He swung his machete at the man over and over. All his enemy had was a simple kitchen knife but he kept dodging! Tony let out a quiet curse and kept swinging. ‘He can not keep this up much longer.’ Thought Tony.

        There was a shout, and the man dropped his knife. ‘They must be surrendering’ He thought to himself tiredly.

        Merrick and the other four took the goods from the ship and made the others walk the plank, while Tony dreamt, dreamt of his home. He was born in the ocean, he knew how to swim before he knew how to walk! “Tony the fish” was the nickname his friend Tim gave him many years ago. Those were the good days, back in the Maritime’s. But the dreams ended and Tony woke to a loud bang and a flash.