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MY NEW BOOK SNEAK PEAK (UNTITLED)LETME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!!CHAPTER ONE:DESPAIR:I never quite imagined my life would turn out how it did. From the beginning to the end it doesn’t seem possible that one person could go through so much change. Don’t get me wrong though, I wouldn’t change anything, even if I could. Some people seem to think they’d change certain areas, the bad parts, remake some of the little decisions that might of led them down a road that they didn’t particularly want to go down at that time. But without all those little bumps and potholes what would there life really look like in hindsight? I really don’t think all the good parts would be so good. I mean really, if one never knows what it’s like to lose, how could they ever know what it’s like to be truly victorious! I mean… could you ever truly love if there was no such thing as hate? … Now don’t think this is going to be a depressing tale… it’s not! You just have to take the good with the bad… if you didn’t… well… anything good might seem insignificant. Well now that we’ve got all that out of the way… I guess I’ll tell ya my story, I’m not sure were to start… it’s all been so much fun, I guess the beginning is as good a place as any. Owe I almost forgot… how rude… my name is Susannah… Susannah Stone, and I’m a pirate! This… is my life. 1694… it was the year of my birth. As far as I know it was a normal day… nothing to spectacular, a baby girl was born to an upper class family in the Carolinas. My Father George, was very proud, thought the sun would rise and set at my feet. What a great man he was… if I ever wanted or needed anything he always made sure I had it… immediately. His attentiveness seemed to be contagious, either that or he demanded that everyone… my older siblings the servants whoever, they all seemed to be overly sensitive to my every whimper… well that’s what I heard, of course though… I was just a baby I don’t exactly remember first hand, so I won’t elaborate on my early years. From the time I can really remember I think I was around five or six, Father was always there. Riding lessons, edicut, personal servants he always made sure I wore all the latest fashions, you know… a fairytale, the stuff dreams are made of. On a normal day I usually got what I wanted, even before I knew I wanted it, amazing isn’t it. Looking back… I sure was spoiled, rotten… didn’t have any idea what the real world was like. Now I could be angry with my Father for not preparing me for life… but like I said before ya gotta take the good with the bad, and I didn’t exactly take the road he had mapped out for me… I chose my own path… never looked back, at least until now. I gotta hand it to him though… he defiantly taught me how to be determined. And boy was I! Anyway, you get the idea… spoiled rich girl born with a silver spoon, bla bla bla. Well, I mentioned before that Father had my life pretty well mapped out, the next turn on that map led me straight to boarding school. England… more teachings more servants new people… I wanted no part of it… why should I was perfectly content rite were I was. I remember it perfectly, I was sixteen Father and I went for stroll on the beach it was a sunny spring day the weather was perfect. When Father came to me and told me he needed to speak, I actually thought he was just planning to go buy me some elaborate new gift… man was I wrong! When he broke the news that I would be going away to school, I through a fit! Looking back, if that were my daughter I think I probably would have slapped her silly. Not my Father though… not to me anyway. He took it in stride explained for days, convinced me, eventually… or maybe he just outlasted me. I think I might of already told ya, he taught me how to be determined… or maybe I inherited it… probably a little of both. Anyway he won… boarding school it was… in England no less, the most boring time of my life. I dealt with it, why not Father had never steered me wrong, I had no reason to doubt. This was all part of his greater plan, give me all the finer things teach me how to be a lady… in every sense of the word, marry a rich man make babies, have everything handed to me on a silver platter. He wanted the best for his girl… what Father wouldn’t… rite? …Wait, I know what your thinking… I said I was a pirate… and this doesn’t sound very piratey. Just cause I said I’m a pirate doesn’t necessarily mean I was born a pirate… and this is my life… remember? So you just settle down… I’m getting to that part. Now… where were we? Oh ya, boarding school. Like a trouper I dealt with it… don’t get me wrong it wasn’t all bad, new country new friends new culture. But still, I wanted to be at home… eventually of course I made it back… five years later! When I did get home everything was still pretty much the same. I was in my early twenties and a seasoned lady, expected to go out into the world and find my prince. And if that’s what I would’ve wanted it would’ve been easy… but it wasn’t. What I wanted was to play… mingle, flirt, tease, you know… play! And boy did I… for about five more years. At that point all the eligible bachelors were taken and that was fine with me… it wasn’t until my Father decided… for me of course, that it would be best for me to find a husband. Now again, don’t get me wrong… it wasn’t that I didn’t like men, I just hadn’t found any that appealed to me yet, or were rich enough for me. I mean let’s face it, really… I had it pretty easy. A short couple of months later at a party given my Father, I found him… or should I say he found me. Jack, my soon to be husband, I knew who he was everyone in town did… he was very wealthy… or so I thought. He wasn’t the best looking man in the world but he wasn’t ugly either. And let’s face it he was rich, I had no intention of giving up the lifestyle that I had grown accustom to. With Jack… I wouldn’t have to. Father was happy because I was finally getting out of his house, I was happy because I didn’t have to give up my lifestyle, Jack was happy because he had a beautiful wife to decorate his arm. It was the perfect fit for everyone… rite? Wrong, …did I mention the fact that Jack lied… he had some money, not near as much as I was used to. Seems he was putting on a bit of a show, looking for a girl with a rich family… kind of ironic… I think. Oh ya… he also had a gambling and drinking problem that he kept very well concealed, for quite a while too… I might add. Gotta respect him for that, and only that! Now lets look back for just a minute, at this point in my life I’d never had any challenges, everything I ever wanted came to me with fair amount of ease… no an extreme amount of ease, well that was all about to change. The year now was 1722, I remember it vividly… the road I’d been on up till now had been paved with cobblestone, but it would soon turn to mud! Remember back to the beginning when I said no one could truly love until they understood hate? Well I was about to be given my first lesson on the subject. Ya see the married life wasn’t all that I’d hoped for. Everything was great at first… but you no what they say, all good things come to an end, that end came about a year and a half in. We’d been trying to have a child, for what reason I don’t really know but it never happened… maybe some things just aren’t meant to be. Anyway… for as much as we tried I never conceived, of course Jack blamed me… why I don’t know last time I checked it takes two… it very easily could have been his fault! Regardless… we grew sick of each other and Jack’s gambling and drinking took over his entire existence. Now remember back when I said Jack’s wealth was a sham… it was about this time that I figured that out… he’d gambled us broke. I remember it like it just happened, it’s probably one of my most vivid memories. It was horrible, it was something that would have ruined most woman, but instead of letting that happen I took it as learning experience and used it against Jack. And that happened almost immediately… I guess this was first night the pirate in me showed through! Anyway… I was sound asleep in my bed, it was the middle of the night I don’t remember exactly what time. Jack was out, drinking and gambling with friends as usual. It had become quite typical for him… don’t get me wrong though, I didn’t mind it was much better than him staying home. Over the past several month’s he’d become quite abusive over the fact that I hadn’t conceived yet… and like I said before it was entirely my fault! Now the abuse I’d taken up till now had only been verbal… name calling, little put downs, you no the things that just wear ya down. Until this night that is, this was the night the real abuse started, but it wasn’t only Jack… he brought a friend. “Susannah… Susannah!†He shouted as he barged through the front door, his voice startled me. I answered. “Jack… Jack is that you, is everything all rite?†Looking back, knowing what was about to take place I shouldn’t of answered, I should of snuck out my bedroom window ran for dear life down the dark foggy street, it would easier to deal with Jack the Ripper! But I didn’t… instead I leapt from my warm bed in a panic and franticly ran down the hall of my home to make sure my husband was all rite… big mistake… huge! I met Jack in the foyer of our home he was drunk I could smell the liquor but that was normal, everything seemed to be in order, Jack didn’t look tattered or dishevel in any way. “What’s wrong, is everything okay you scared me.†I didn’t expect nor was I prepared for what he would say in reply. “Susannah… everything’s fine no need to worry, not for me anyway. I’ve been out playing cards… hell I was doing pretty good for the first while, but that didn’t last.†I new he’d done something, I just couldn’t figure out what. I’d seen him come home like this several times before it wasn’t a big surprise. But this time was different he had a certain look about him, a look I’d never seen before, I felt uneasy. “Jack, is something wrong are you in some kind of trouble?†was the question I had asked. I was truly concerned I didn’t know what to think, he’d come home several times in this condition but never before had he woke me from a sleep. A thousand thoughts raced through my mind, none as horrible as what he had in store for me. “I lost tonight.†No sooner than he’d gotten the words out, the door opened Jack waved to the man standing in the shadows to come in. “Oh.†I said. “It seems we have a guest.†Standing in my bedclothes I was slightly embarrassed, I looked the gentleman over and could tell immediately that he was just as intoxicated as Jack. He was handsome though, more so than Jack anyway. He seemed quiet and very pleasant, but he looked at me, glared almost… at first I didn’t understand. But then Jack spoke. “He’s here to collect.†Still I didn’t understand I looked to Jack with confusion in my eyes. “ Collect… you didn’t bring enough money to the game.†At this point I was annoyed and tired. “ Jack… go get the man what he needs so I can go back to bed, it’s late.†I shook my head and turned to walk away; before I could Jack grabbed my arm and spun me back to face him. “You don’t seem to understand Susannah… we have no more money, you’re the prize!†I was shocked, I didn’t know what think or feel I broke into a cold sweat. I was speechless the only thing I could do was slap him… I did and it felt good, so I did it again and again and again, I kept hitting him but it didn’t seem to do any good. He grabbed hold of my hands detaining me, so I started to kick. Jack wasn’t a big man but he did overpower me, I’d never been in a situation anything even close this before I didn’t know what to do. I screamed. “You bastard… how could you!†Jack began to drag me toward the bedroom, not saying a word, the stranger followed. “No… no… no!†I continued to fight but it did no good. Jack through me into the bedroom the stranger entered immediately after, Jack slammed the door shut. At that point I new what was inevitably going to happen. I had no idea why Jack would do such a thing to me I didn’t deserve it. I realized I was worth no more to him than a chip on a card table… pathetic. It didn’t matter I didn’t matter, not to my husband anyway. Still… I wasn’t going to let it ruin me; I’m better than that. Whatever the reason he thought jest for throwing his wife away, I was going to rise above it. I would turn this atrocious act on him; he would be the one to suffer for it, not me. Now I don’t want to dwell here to long, but I need to make sure you understand. In the bedroom, at first anyway… I was terrified. I begged and pleaded with the stranger I said anything I could imagine I offered him money, told him my Father was wealthy. I tried to touch on his morals but came up short… seems he didn’t have any. I even fought physically with him for a few seconds after he approached me… again to no avail. There was no way out of this; I knew it. The man violently grabbed me and threw me down on the bed I landed on my back and cringed at the thought of what was about to happen. Every muscle in my body was flex and taught I wanted to scream I wanted to plead more with the stranger but as much as I tried no sound would come out. When I looked up at the man that was in my bedroom I realized something and a sudden calm overwhelmed me. He wasn’t there out of hatred for me, he wasn’t a stalker or a rapist or a murderer… he was a gambler, a gambler here to claim his prize, nothing more. I was temporarily his property, but his property nonetheless. His property, by the hand of my own husband Jack… the man I married the man I was supposed to love honor and cherish the man whom was supposed to give me the same in return, for better or worse through good times and bad only in death would we part. At the same moment the stranger in my bedroom reached down to tear open my nightgown I realized that my life up to this point had had no meaning. My marriage meant nothing; it was theatrical, simply a way for Jack to bankroll his habit. But for me, at the time anyway… there was no way out, not with any dignity anyway. A thousand thoughts raced through my mind but one in particular remained strong. Revenge… how would I ever get revenge? Revenge on Jack for allowing this to happen. Before the stranger did anything further I realized the answer was rite there, staring at me through the eyes of this unfamiliar man; Jack obviously didn’t care about my physical or emotional wellness, so I surmised that what ever happened to me would never matter… not to Jack anyway. At that point I decided to hit him were knew it would hurt the most… his ego, his pride, his manhood… if there were any. I knew the only way to do that now would be to embrace this stranger, to enjoy what was about to happen, to give in and love every excruciating moment… and to make dam sure Jack heard it! That was the point when I took over, not only the events of the evening but my life as well. If not for the situation at hand this stranger in my bed would have been easy to look at, far better than Jack ever could be. I knew I was appealing to the opposite sex; I’d always attracted the attention of men, this man was no different; I needed to turn the tide. I did… now I’m not going to go in details on the night’s events but I will say this, he made Jack seem, well… insignificant! The following morning when we woke the stranger was still in my bed lying next to me; sound asleep. I hadn’t slept all night; I could see the morning sun peeking through the bedroom window. I nudged the man gently to wake him. “Is Jack’s debt paid… are you satisfied?†I asked… already knowing the answer. “More than satisfied.†He exclaimed… as he climbed out of my bed gathered his clothes, dressed and exited my bedroom. He left my bedroom door partially opened when he exited that was only reason I heard him make a shrewd comment to Jack. Although I couldn’t make out exactly what he’d said… I new it must have been something to make Jack’s blood boil. Because I heard a glass shatter against the door not more than a second after the man exited and closed it behind him. What I thought I heard, was the man tell Jack what a fool he thought he was… my revenge had been set in motion. When I decided to get up and dressed I acted just as excited and chipper as a young child who’d just received her first puppy. I pranced toward Jack kissed him on the cheek and told him I was going to the market and that I’d be back soon. I could almost hear his blood boil as he glared up at me. I just smiled and floated away. On my way to the market I had some time to think about what had just happened, I decided there was no way on Gods earth that I was going to let this devastate me. Knowing things were not going to improve at home but only get worse. I decided I would have to find a way to go away… disappear without a trace. But how? As fate would have it when I got to the local market I happened across an old friend of the family. “Richard†I said, happy to see a friendly face. He turned to look at who was shouting his name, when he realized it was me he smiled and greeted me with open arms. He was an older gentleman, a friend of my Father. I’d known him since before I could remember but hadn’t seen him since the day of my wedding a couple of year’s prior. We started talking and somehow ended up at a pub having a drink together. Knowing he was a discrete man I confided in him to the situation I was presently in. He was most understanding and offered a solution. He knew I couldn’t ask my family for help because of the embarrassment that would fallow… a divorced woman, the shame! His solution was much more simple, all I would have to do was leave and he would teach me a new way to live, far away at a place were no one would no of my past or what I’d been through. So that’s exactly what I did. I booked passage on the schooner Mary, a merchant ship that would set sail in only a few short days. Captain Nathaniel and his crew of only four other sailors were reluctant at first to take on any passengers. For fear that word may get out that they were transporting anything of value, especially a young woman of such beauty. It seems, and for good reason that they wanted to avoid any possibility of a pirate attack. Although with the price I offered, they were willing to take the chance. Their voyage was to be a long one. Shipping livestock to several different locations, it would take several months. I would be with them for the duration of their journey considering my destination was scheduled to be their final stop. For the couple of days that I would have to wait I decided to prepare for my journey. I spent some of my time visiting with family and friends that I new I would never see again. It was by far the toughest choice I’d ever made but I new it was the right one. The rest of my time during the evenings mostly, I stowed away anything of value I could get my hands on. All the jewelry I had left I pact away in a small trunk and hid it from Jack. The day before my departure I visited my family’s emergency cash vault and made a withdraw. The evening prior to me leaving, about two in the morning I sat up in my bedroom sewing the cash I’d taken into my corset. I figured it was probably the safest place for it. Everything else I would hide on board the Mary, not anyone was to be aware of my emergency fund, except me. Jack was in the den past out drunk from his night on the town, luckily he hadn’t decided to again put me on the card table. After I’d finished sewing I put my new corset on and grabbed what belongings I could carry including my trunk full of valuables and headed off to port to meet with Captain Nathaniel. When I arrived at port, the Captain unpleasantly greeted me. It seems that he was hoping I wouldn’t show up… that would of made his life for next couple of months a lot less stressful. The Captain, always the gentleman greeted me nonetheless. Taking my trunk he showed me to what would be my quarters. Leading me below deck down a short hall the Captain showed me to a place that would be my semi-private area. When we stopped he sat down my trunk and began by removing a few planks in the floor and placing my trunk in the vacancy. When I asked what he was doing he told me he was securing my valuables. When he finished… if I hadn’t seen it myself I wouldn’t have believed anything was there. Exiting my quarters he told me we would be leaving at first light; I laid down in my cot and fell to sleep. The following morning when I woke we’d already set sail. For the next few days I spent the majority of my time getting to know the Captain and crew and just enjoying the feel of the sea, the wind in my hair and the spray of the ocean on my face. For the first time in a long time I was comfortable, relaxed, and felt at ease! We’d been at sea for nearly a week; it had been easy sailing up till now. The winds had slowed and there fore so did our pace. I was becoming quite comfortable at sea. The Captain and his crew were all very respectable men. I had befriended all of the crew and the Captain, it was almost as if I’d known them all of my life… they’d become like family to me and it would be hard to part with them when the time came. We ate all of our meals together and felt free to discuss just about anything, I even got to the point that I felt comfortable enough to have drinks with them from time to time. I felt most comfortable with the Captain, I eventually explained to him the reasons in which I was leaving my husband, the Captain agreed with me and made me feel good about the choice I’d made. The crew was always respectful of my privacy and made sure I had all the comforts they could provide. I could only hope that they would all keep in touch after I’d reached my destination. It was dusk when Captain Nathaniel first noticed the unfamiliar vessel at our aft. The Captain informed the crew to keep a watchful eye on the unfamiliar boat then retired to his cabin. I was feeling a bit tired and on edge myself… from all the talk of a possible pirate attack, so I decided to retire to my quarters as well. When I reached the privacy of my own quarters I changed into my night-clothes and poured myself a glass of brandy to try and ease my nerves before I laid down. When I finished my glass of brandy I laid down in my nice warm cot. Listening to the waves gently crashing against the side of the boat I drifted off into a deep sleep.Feeling restless I woke in the middle of the night, when I went up on deck to get some fresh air I realized I was not the only one feeling a bit on edge. Joining in on the conversation with three of the other sailors, I realized my fears were not in vain. The sailors’ conversation and eyes were fixed on the unfamiliar boat as if they were anticipating a pirate attack… I couldn’t help but stare. The sailors had informed me that they would stand and fight at all cost, they also informed me that they had put there arms in order and if I had any weapon’s, I should do the same. I had packed with me one of my husbands’ pistols just in case any such treachery might occur. I already had it ready… I revealed it to the sailors and they were impressed. About an hour or so later in the light of the moon our assailant set canvas and gained rapidly. The unfamiliar ships deck was covered with men… pirates. They lowered their small boat and about six of them jumped in with a commander in front and made way toward us at a disturbingly fast pace. Captain Nathaniel ordered his crew to position for a broadside assault, when the small boat was in range the Captain gave the order to fire, they did and the small boat went down with all of her crew. Upon rejoicing our success, I realized that we were not out of danger, the larger pirate vessel was already in broadside range. Captain Nathaniel gave the order to fire again and we did, but with only one swivel gunshot left it didn’t do any good. Firing their pistols and muskets screaming and cheering, the pirates boarded, killing two of our crew, they were the lucky ones. The wretched looking pirate Captain approached me with his cutlass drawn… I pulled my pistol but the pirate was quick to knock it out of my hand and shove me down to the deck. The pirate Captain, pulling me back to my feet by the hair, pressed his cutlass so hard to my throat that I couldn’t breath, claiming if I tried any such thing again he would throw me to his crew, and when they were done with me, I would be fed to the sharks… I was terrified… and in no position to argue. The pirate Captain ordered his Quartermaster Mal to tether my hands, he did so while asking the crew if he should throw me overboard. The pirate Captain interrupted shouting at his Quartermaster that it would be bad fortune to all who took part in wasting such a fine young woman and that I need be tied to the foremast with my front to the stern of the vessel. He did as ordered… while shoving me toward the foremast, Mal… taking advantage of me with his hands, explained in a low tone that he would have me before this day was through! I was nauseated and terrified all at once. Tied with my arms stretched, facing the stern I had no choice but to watch as the pirates plundered and ransacked the vessel. Over my left shoulder one of our sailors was strung up to the yardarm breathing his last breath, in a low tone he wished me good fortune. Captain Nathaniel was on his knees on deck before the pirate Captain begging for his life while the pirates brutally beat him in an attempt to get information about any other booty on board. The gallant Captain Nathaniel remained firm not giving any information, but this angered the pirates into an even more harsh brutality. As three of the pirates held him down the pirate Captain and Mal beat him with the broad side of their cutlasses to within an inch of his life. With broken bones and deep lacerations not being able to take any more torture he finally gave the pirates the location of my trunk full of valuables. A few moments’ later all of my valuables, were in the pirate vessel. To revenge themselves on the unwilling Captain Nathaniel… when they had satisfied themselves that nothing else was hidden, they spread a bed of oakum on the deck, after soaking it through with turpentine, they tied the captain on it, filled his mouth with the same combustibles, and set the whole on fire. The cries of the unfortunate man were heart-rending, and his agonies unspeakable but they were soon over. All this I was forced to watch, sick with the sight, I once shut my eyes… a musket discharged close to my ear was a warning sufficient to keep them open. Looking towards the schooner's stern, I discovered that our boatswain had been nailed to the deck through his feet, and his body spiked through to the mast. He was writhing in the last agonies of crucifixion. Our fifth comrade was out of sight during all this tragedy; in a few minutes, however, he was brought upon deck blindfolded. He was then lead to the muzzle of the swivel and commanded to kneel. The swivel was then fired and his head was fatally wounded by the discharge… fragments of his scull were splattered on the deck before me, it was all I could do to hold my stomach! After the entire crew had been brutally murdered, the Quartermaster Mal made his way back up to me with the intension of having his way with me. He pulled his dagger and pressed it to my breast… the quilting of my banknotes prevented any injury. The Quartermaster sliced through my corset and the banknotes fell to the deck. He was furious… making sure he would not leave anything of value behind, all of my clothes including my bloomers were cut off and torn to shreds. Still tied with my arms extended well above my head… only now completely nude, the rest of the pirates began to move in so they could watch. Trying as best I could to salvage any dignity while fighting the Quartermaster, I feared not only for my virtues, but for my life as well. At the same moment that the Quartermaster secured me… the pirate Captain spotted sails on the horizon and shouted to the crew to get back to there own vessel. Moments later the wretched pirates were gone. Helplessly tied like an animal, penniless, alone and left nude to bake in the sun surrounded by blood fire and smoke and the bodies of all my new friends … I swore to myself, if I were to survive… I would get revenge at any cost!!
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Pirates, Lonesome Dove, action films, all the Star Wars films(don't judge lol!!), Shawshank Redemption, most westerns. Titanic,all the Rambo's and Rocky's, Young Guns, Tombstone, 3:10 to Yuma, Wizard of Ozz, Gone With the Wind
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Shane, The Twilight series, Nicki Sixx the Heroin Diaries, Most Star Wars Books(don't judge lol!) And most things educational.
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