The Life of Samuel

Prelog- 13 Years Prior
It had been a cold day. Samuel had spent almost the whole day in his cabin trying to keep warm in the families single cabin sloop. His father, Don, had made 22 gold coins, the most in the last few months. Samuel couldn't help but hope for something nice as a gift. He couldn't help himself even though he knew the money could help the rest of the family, he was only 5.

He got up out of his small, twine hammick and walked towards the door, grabbing a lantern as he opened it. It was fairly late at night, maybe midnight, maybe a little after. Towards the front of the ship he could here his father and mother talking. He scampered ahead and crouched behind the main mast of the ship. He tried to evesdrop in on the conversation but couldn't here a word.

As he turned around to head back towards the cabin the ship shook as if they'd hit a reef. Samuel fell to the deck, blooding both knees on the splintery wood. He heard men yelling and heard heavy footsteps all around him. He crawled on his hands and knees quickly and crawled into the cabin, shutting the door behind him. He didn't dare open the door.

''The lantern! ''Samuel suddenly remembered. He had dropped it out on the deck.

What young Samuel did not know was that his father and sold information he had found from paperwork on a passed out, drunk, british guard. The EITC had come to settle the score.

The attack lasted 2 to 3 minutes. Samuel's parents were killed and thrown overboard and the ship was lit on fire. Inside the cabin Samuel quickly felt warmth on the door that soon grew to a burning. He backed away and could see a faint gloth throughout the cracks in the walls.

"They lit the ship on fire...." He somehow manage to say outloud dispite shaking in fear.

He backed away from the door until he banged into the wall. There was going to be no way out. Samuel stook up looking for a way. Smoke was beginning to fill the room. He suddenly thought of what he would have to do and it cut through his young mind like an icy sharp dagger. He walked to the door with blank, mind killing terror and got ready to do it. He opened the door and ran for the edge.

It was unbelievably hot. He thought of last year when he had accidentaly burned himself with a candle. This was 150x worse and he wasn't even on fire. The fire had used up the majority of the oxygon around the deck and Samuel was only 3'4", the flames themselves were at least a foot and a half over his head. Somehow he made it to the edge of the boat. He had imagined himself running to the edge of the boat and jumping off before swimming away, just like his father had taught him. But, it didn't turn out like that. He tripped over the edge of the boat and slamed his head into the wooden planks on the side of the ship, knocking himself out.

To be Continued



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