Dan Turismo

My lover was killed by pirates sometime ago.We were walking along the beach sharing our thoughts and ideas-sharing our love. I let her hand go only for a moment to buy us a pair of snow cones when I heard the dreaded "Argh!" I turned around to see the bandana sporting and peg legged scallywags advancing up the dunes and descending towards her. Like the North Atlantic seals of Essex, they charged through the shoreline in a fury of sea foam and the fecal contaminated sand that makes up the Detroit Metrobeach Metropark.Without time to spare, I began my all out sprint as fast as I could with a pulled groin muscle to rescue my dear Ashley.But it was too late- I saw them run her through with their swords and heard a terrible, awful scream. The scream an angel make when it flies too close to the sun, and falls back to the earth. My angel- my Ashley, was falling to the ground. I dived into the mass of patch-eye plunderers in hopes that I could fight them off her and possibly carry her to safety. Their blades sliced into my legs and arms and I punched them left and right. “Go back to the watery depths of Hell which you came, you swashbuckling sons of bitches!” I screamed at them.I swung away furiously at their heads, grabbing their little eye patches and letting them go right back in their face. One of the little toothless attackers thrust his dagger right into my back. I remember falling hard into the coarse sand right next to my wounded Ashley. The pirates took her designer purse and left in the same hectic manner that they had arrived.I crawled my way to Ash and cradled her head in my bloody hands as she struggled to breathe. I pulled my head close to hers to tell her everything would be ok, but she placed her finger upon my lips as if to tell me not to waste my energy. She looked into my eyes and said with her last breath, "I always liked your hair...get those scurvy bastards for me." Her eyes rolled back and her body went limp. She was gone. I cursed myself for separating myself from her. Had I remained at her side, she would have still been alive.Something terrible was ignited inside me that fateful day at the beach-something burning with lunacy and rage. I would swear vengeance on the pirates. I would kill every last one until there was not beat left in my wounded heart. And I swore I would never love again-there was only hate now. Hate for the pirates.