• The clock struck eleven as two young boys rushed down the streets of Persivelle, London, to get to the their mum before anything else did. A third emerged out of the shadows, it was a girl. She like the other two was wearing a ruffled, puffy shirt, a vest, a big black belt, puffy slacks, and big black boots, but she was wearing a black captain’s hat.
    They ran two blocks then turned the little cottage on the left bore an “X” on the door, that made the three jittery, the door on the right cottage was ripped off one of its hinges. They ran in, “Mum”, as the boy said that a young lady wearing a silken peach dress dropped to the ground. All three looked up and stared into the black soulless eyes of a filthy man wearing a blue pirate’s hat. A monkey jumped onto his shoulder and he smiled.
    “Who are you?” the girl merely whispered it but it sounded like gigantic booms of echoes against his hallow heart, her hand twitching by her waist. “Aye lassie, I should be askin’ you that question, but I already know who yee are”, he said in a low, hard, gruff voice that sounded like the hearty laugh of an old oak tree stripped of its wood. “I be Captain Jagen”, he stretched out his long gnarly filthy hand to the young girl.
    She cocked her head to the side and stared at him with a hurtful angry expression. He took his hand in and said in a menacing grin, “Yee be Captain Andrea, I know yee.” “How do you know my name and its Rae, but not to you”, she said her hand now aching to grab for something at her hip. “Aye, I know yer father and mother. They sure be missin’ you,” he said laughing.
    “You just killed my mother and I don’t have a father”, she said teary eyed. “This filthy wench?” he said kicking the maiden on the floor. ‘HEY”, one of the young boys sprung up about to attack but the other grabbed him. “Stefan keep Andrew down.” Rae yelled. “Huhuhu, nutty little boy, thinking he could attack a pirate. That is not your mum and yee have a dad, Mr. Olwen and Mrs. Stewart. Yee be named after yer mum. Wow how long has it been, fourteen years?”
    “I’m 15,” Rae said. “Yes, and you turned into such a pretty thing just like your mother.” he reached out and touched her chin; Rae slapped his hand away, “To bad you had to spend your life among these filthy rats…” Rae thrashed her sword out of her belt and pointed it directly at the bottom of his chin. The boy Andrew thrashed wildly in his twin Stefan’s grasp.
    “You listen to me, never call my family filthy and go away!!” she threw her sword at his chest. But it landed on the other side and he was gone.”Huhuhu” she heard his laugh echoing through the house. She turned around the boys were on the floor with their mother, not hers, dead…