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…