Chapter 1 | Death of a Pirate

Back in the era of history when pirates ruled the seas, one lone pirate, whose name remains a mystery, was sailing his ship across the Atlantic Ocean.  His ship, frankly, was rubbish.

In fact, the only reason he took hold of the ship was to escape prison in England.  The ship was not so much taller than three, reasonably tall persons combined.  It even had torn sails, making it very difficult to control.

However, even with these seemingly useless defects, the pirate continued to sail farther and farther away from England, not knowing where he was heading.

The sun fell and rose nearly a dozen times before the pirate could even see a tiny speck of land in the distance. Not knowing the previous adventure of Columbus, the pirate assumed that he was near India.

As the ship sailed on throughout the day, the pirate kept watch on the upcoming land.  With mountains higher than he had ever seen and beaches that seemed to stretch for miles, the ship was slowly approaching the land. The pirate, not knowing the dangers that lie on this particular spot of land, continued to steer the ship toward it. Frankly, the pirate was just glad to part from the sea for a little while.  After being on the ship for more than a few months, he needed a few moments of relaxation.  Of course, his relaxation was very brief.

The sun was about to begin its nightly retirement when the ship had reached the lavish beaches.  As he anchored the ship and jumped off it, the pirate felt a little woozy.  He had become accustomed to the gentle sway of the ocean’s waves for months.

Naturally, the pirate fell backward onto the soft, cool sand to relax. His eyes felt heavy, and the last thing he saw was the bright, orange moon, full and complex with rich emotion.  Little did he know he was being watched by someone that would exacerbate his imminent death.

A short mile away, a group of ravenous natives were dancing around a fire.  It seemed to be a tradition to partake in a celebration on evenings overlooked by a full moon.

Suddenly, and with hostile interest from the natives, a guard appeared to report his sighting of an unknown man along the beaches.  The apparent leader of the natives began to lead a few people to the beaches where the pirate was idly sleeping.

As the natives walked through the hundreds of trees leading to the beach, the pirate awoke from his sleep. It seemed as though he knew danger was approaching.  Startled, he immediately stood up in fright.  Everything covered in darkness, except for the bright, orange moon.

As the pirate looked around the area, he spotted a group of people coming closer to him from the forest.  His heart started to race with fear.

Not much known about the encounter with the pirate and the natives, but legend has it that the pirate was killed around this place.  Some say that they have seen the pirate walking around, while others believe that he will kill anyone that crosses his path.

The truth is that only a few people have seen his spiritual ghost and lived to tell the tale.  This is their story…

Chapter 2 | Typical Girls

On a typical, Tuesday evening, two girls were watching television.  Not an unusual occurrences but just outside, near a seemingly innocuous tree, a semi-transparent ghost wonders the area.  Its transparent body almost invisible to passersby, yet no one was looking.  Most were too busy with aimless activities to bother about the unusual occurrence.

However, one person did.  One person was carefully watching the transparent figure from afar.  And it is this secretive person watching that will expose a secret that has been hidden for over five hundred years.

Back in the house, the two girls were still mindlessly watching television.  Both were in their early teens and both were mainly interested in cute guys.  Pretty typical girls.

Suddenly, for some strange reason, the power went out. Both of the girls let out a small scream, shocked about the occurrence.  Dark, and oddly cold, the room felt very ghastly.  As if a ghost had entered the house.

Their mother, commonly named Lisa, meanwhile, carefully walked into the basement to fiddle with the electric power switch. Nothing happened.

“Mom, turn the power back on! I’m missing my favorite show!” screamed Michelle, who could be described as white, bratty, and naïve.

“The power won’t turn on, Michelle,” replied Lisa, trying to remain calm and polite, “And would it be possible if you say ‘please’ once in a while?”

“Yeah, Michelle, you’re such a brat,” shouted Jennifer, who might as well be the brattiest of all.

“So are you,” replied Michelle, who was getting out of her chair, walking towards her sister.

“Ooh, good come back.  Where did you learn that one? From your stupid friend?” insulted Jennifer, smiling quite evilly.

“I doubt your friends even care about you,” retorted Michelle.

“Liar!”

“Bitch!”

“Girls,” Lisa shouted, walking towards both of the girls, “Can’t you both get along?”

“No,” said the girls in unison.

“Yes you can. You can at least try. I hate to see our family split up,” said Lisa.

“Then why did you file for divorce with dad?” asked Michelle, rather arrogantly.

There was a long, silent pause, until Lisa replied, “He doesn’t matter anymore. What matters is that we’ve got each other, and I’m not going to let your arguments tear our family apart.”

Lisa left the room, leaving Michelle and Jennifer alone.

Just the mere memory of a divorce could put any person on edge, enough to drive insanity.  But this particular divorce drove separation between both Jennifer and Michelle.  A separation that’s so ghastly that it’s hard to put back together.

After a few minutes of silence, the two sisters headed toward their separate bedrooms.  Both of them deathly silent.

Michelle, after a couple minutes in her room, fancied a stroll to her friend’s house, away from the insanity in this house and especially away from her good-for-nothing sister, Jennifer.

Nearly out the door, Lisa shouted, “Michelle!”

“What?” retorted Michelle, angrily.

“Where are you going?”

“Out.”

Before Lisa could ask where Michelle was going, she was out the door.

Being a teenager, Michelle was prone to disobeying her mother.  She almost always felt the need to lie, almost to torture her.

Once Michelle was outside, she set off toward her friend’s house.  After arriving at the house and talking for a couple hours with her friend (mostly rude jokes about Jennifer), Michelle began her journey back home. However, as she walked closer to the house, she thought she saw a man in the backyard.

The figure, apparently, was floating aimlessly around, not a care in the world.  Of course, Michelle had to check it out.  As she got closer to the spot where the mysterious figure had been, it was gone. Vanished completely.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” whispered Michelle, starting to feel cold and uneasy, even during the hot, summer night.

No one answered.

However, Michelle noticed a pile of papers near the giant oak tree in the yard.  She walked over and glanced at one of the pages. It began:

Below is an account of the mysterious death of a pirate. Read it and then come to me for questions. I need some help.

Mrs. Rossi

2707 Maple Ave.

Michelle, now feverishly curious, looked back down at the rest of the papers.  She quickly picked up all of the papers, found the start of the story, and began to read.