Koonya Cult Circle
PROMPT 3 – ‘Sometimes people find themselves living in a world created by other people’
They raided our island in the lifeless of the night, the ones whom were meant to protect us. They attack the islanders, and kill the men, all to capture my father, Captain jank’s, leader of the Blood Hound Gang, his men are the most ferocious and powerful pirates in all of the north. Although my father was the captain, he was no evil man. He had come to visit his wife (my mother), as she was sick and on her deathbed, she had contracted Gangrene after the navy came and interrogated her to try and get information about Shank’s, she had no clue of his where abouts, and did not listen. All of this bloodshed for one man. They came in large numbers, guns blazing destroying all in their way. Cutting us down like cows for the slaughter, doesn’t make sense that the government would do this, attack their own people, the people who pay for them to carry out these kinds of assaults, we never expected them to do this to us. We are just a game in there schemes, they do not care what happens to us. The people were frightened and scared of what might happen to them. Running in shock but it was no use, these naval officers were ruthless, seemed almost heartless. The island was in complete chaos. My house up in the hills had not been reached yet where my father was hiding, looking after mother, I need to reach them and notify him about what’s coming; I thought to myself. So I run as fast as my body would allow through the secret path which was oblivious to the savages hunting my father, I continue up the path until I reach my house or what was left of it. I rush over to the debris, searching frantically for any sight of my mother, but it was to late, she had been shot and my father captured.
Time went on and to this day I and my crew still plunder the seas, searching for the hope that one day we might find my father “Janks”. Our crew had become ferocious pirates greatly known amongst men and talk
They raided our island in the lifeless of the night, the ones whom were meant to protect us. They attack the islanders, and kill the men, all to capture my father, Captain jank’s, leader of the Blood Hound Gang, his men are the most ferocious and powerful pirates in all of the north. Although my father was the captain, he was no evil man. He had come to visit his wife (my mother), as she was sick and on her deathbed, she had contracted Gangrene after the navy came and interrogated her to try and get information about Shank’s, she had no clue of his where abouts, and did not listen. All of this bloodshed for one man. They came in large numbers, guns blazing destroying all in their way. Cutting us down like cows for the slaughter, doesn’t make sense that the government would do this, attack their own people, the people who pay for them to carry out these kinds of assaults, we never expected them to do this to us. We are just a game in there schemes, they do not care what happens to us. The people were frightened and scared of what might happen to them. Running in shock but it was no use, these naval officers were ruthless, seemed almost heartless. The island was in complete chaos. My house up in the hills had not been reached yet where my father was hiding, looking after mother, I need to reach them and notify him about what’s coming; I thought to myself. So I run as fast as my body would allow through the secret path which was oblivious to the savages hunting my father, I continue up the path until I reach my house or what was left of it. I rush over to the debris, searching frantically for any sight of my mother, but it was to late, she had been shot and my father captured.
Time went on and to this day I and my crew still plunder the seas, searching for the hope that one day we might find my father “Janks”. Our crew had become ferocious pirates greatly known amongst men and talk