The Pirate Sisters-Park

Hey guys!
It's Emily Parker or Madeline Parks (pen name) here!

I love to write stories, and I have finally finished my first novel ever: The Pirate Sisters, and it is 65,000 words long, a little bit bigger than Fablehaven!

I love it, but the more I think about the cheesier I realize it is...but besides that, it was fun to write!
Here is the prologue: enjoy!

The Pirate Sisters

by Emily Parker

Prologue

The mother walked along, stumbling.

Clutched against her chest was a bundle:  her son, her only baby.  He was not a year old but all his life he had been threatened.  She had to protect him from his father.  

Her long red skirt dragged on the ground and once she almost tripped.  Luckily, the baby did not wake.  With a sigh, she pushed her light brown hair out of her eyes.  She was exhausted; late last night she had been gathering supplies for their brief journey--or escape.  

Early in the morning, she had crept in her husband’s cabin aboard his ship and took her child.  She had managed to row to the nearby island Amica, landing on the far side of the island where no one lived.  She had heard of the kind governor and his wife whom was heavy with child; surely, they would take her son in as a servant.  He would now be safe and not have to fear every time he woke up, believing that his father would beat him as he had beat her.

Fall had started, and even though it was always warm in the Caribbean, a cold breeze ruffled her hair.  She shivered in her thin crimson dress and pushed on.

But she was almost there.  

A few hours later, it was dusk, the sun setting in the Caribbean Sea.  She paused and looked across the waters.  She belonged there on a ship, seeing the world, and even her babe had taken his first steps not on land but on board a ship.  She smiled and caressed his chubby face with a bruised hand.  “It’s alright, my love.  You’re heart belongs to the sea.”

After another mile of walking on the beach, she could see the stone house.  But it was more like a mansion with it’s many polished windows, the well swept balcony, the pristine yard with all the imported and indigenous trees and cultured plants.  Servants did everything here.  She prayed the Bensens would take her son in.

In bare feet, she walked up the steps and tenderly placed the boy in front of the large door.  The sky was now a golden orange—she had to leave quickly.  Yet, how could she leave her baby?  A tear rolled down her cheek.  The baby opened his blue eyes, which mirrored her own.

“Sh, shh.  You will be okay.  I love you.”  She kissed the baby’s curly little head.  “Remember who you are, William.”  

The baby began to cry and the mother stood up.  She patted his cheek one more time, securing the note she had previously written on his blanket.  “Goodbye,” she whispered.  Voices were coming from inside the house.  She turned around and ran, disappearing into the jungle that bordered the mansion.  

She never saw him again.

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-Maddie