North Brent: A Terrible Memory: Story Idea
Updated: Jan 21, 2022
Comment below your thoughts on this story! New one I created in my spare time.
The whistling wind blew through the white sails, creating a sincere peace on the vast ocean. With his head in his hands, North Brent watched the gentle waves splash against the hull of the ship.
“Three miserable weeks on this forsaken ship!” muttered North.
Crosley Shayde slammed a mug beside North who didn’t flinch.
“What do ye want Crosley?”
Crosley clapped North on the shoulder. “For ye to have a drink with all of us in the kitchen mate!”
North slumped against the rails. “Why? What’s to celebrate? We’ve found no land! We’ve only been greeted by stretches of this vast ocean!!!” He looked at the cup on the rail and dumped it over the rail.
Crosley frowned. “If me was somber, ye’d wish ye had not done that. Stay miserable for all I care lad.” And he left without another word.
North rolled his eyes and continued his slacking. He rested his head on the rail and fell into a sluggish sleep.
When North opened his eyes again, he realized he was no longer on the ship. He looked all around himself, slowly recalling the familiar scenery.
“Home.” Left his lips as he stood up. But how? He thought I was just in the shop two seconds ago?
As he looked around the room, he discovered no one in or out of the house. His hand laid upon the old wooden door frame, and he was greeted by warm rays of sunshine. “Hello? Mum?”
No answer got hollered back, so North kept searching. “Anyone home?”
He looked to the small garden his mother always tended. There might be some sign of life there! Scanning the ground, North found nothing. Let’s go check out the town and figure out what’s really going on.
Traveling down the road, North found no tracks. Or evidence of anyone living in the town or out of town. The cobblestone streets were eerily quiet, with the wind howling whispers of ghosts long gone.
He reached his hand out to open the drug store and found the door slid open with ease. The familiar bell signaled his arrival. The store had no people inside, and North began to worry that no one would be around for miles.
“Hello? Anyone in here?” His voice echoed through the store, traveling back to his ears.
The floor behind him creaked and North whipped around and fell down the ground. Fear was etched across his face as he scooted away from the person. His back hit the counter.
“S-stay aw-way ff-rom me!” sputtered North, his eyes growing smaller.
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Crosley waddled back down to the kitchen, a scowl written on his face. After North threw the drink, Crosley tasted bitter resentment for the child. To him, the child was snobbish and a bit arrogant.
Wesley looked up at Crosley. “What’s wrong with ye mate?”
Crosley mumbled, “That boy of yer’s is a brat. Me offered the lad a drink and the lad threw it on ye ground.”
Crawford leaned against his chair, saying, “The poor lad hasn’t seen land in days. Ye knows he not used to being on a ship for weeks on end.”
“So the lad now has an excuse for wasting yer precious rum?”
Crawford shook his head. “Me think the lad shan’t drink for he is mean squiffy.”
Captain Furious slammed his drink down on the table. “Ye think so Crawford?”
Crawford swung his drink in the air. “Aye, captain.”
“What are ye gonna do about the lad?”
The whole kitchen fell silent. Captain Furious plucked up another drink and walked away from the kitchen. “Me thought so. Not one of ye will lay a hand on that lad. The lad is far more valuable than the lot of ye.”
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North shook with fear as he saw none other than Sadler Acton famously known as Captain Snake. The very man who killed North’s father.
Captain Snake’s smile glistened with gold teeth. “Finally found ye, lad!” He withdrew a small handgun. “Since ye father ain’t gonna pay his debt, might as well let it fall until the lap of his eldest son. Correct lad?”
“What?” North asked, confused. “My father's been dead for three years. Why are you back here asking for revenge? Shouldn’t you be in prison?”
Captain Snake continued droning on. “Ye know how yer gonna pay off the debt? By working on my crew for life!”
“No son of mine will become your lackey, Snake!” snarled Reid.
“Dad?” North shouted, slowly wrapping an idea around his head. “Oh, I get it now! I’m in a nightmare! Wake up, me! Wake up!”
Reid withdrew a gun but Captain Snake fired faster. The bullet went into Reid’s chest while North shouted, “WAKE UP!!” as he rocked back and forth.
Watching his father slump to the ground again, North looked up with fearful eyes. Captain Snake grinned down at him. He leaned over the poor boy and said, “Looks like yer father repaid his debt. But what’s to be done with you?”
He yanked North up by his collar. “Ye be the last of his bloodline. A bloodline filled with blood and gore. Ye be the perfect pirate your father could never hope to be.”
North gripped Captain Snake’s arms, struggling out of his grasp. “If ye think I’d join a dirty rotten pirate’s ship like ye’s, then ye be mistaken.”
Captain Snake’s rancid breath came close to North’s face. “If me have to drag ye all the way to my ship to be shaped, me will. The choice is up to you.”
North woke up in a cold sweat. He shivered as the night’s cold ocean breeze swept over him. His eyes trailed to the moon, and one thought stuck to his mind, It was all just a terrible memory.