The Iron Bars

The Iron Bars is a book written by Pencil-. It is about a young boy who was arrested for piracy at left to rot in prison. This is a book where every alternating chapter, a pattern of narrators will occur. Music will be optional to listen to while reading the story to help imagine it. Pictures will also be added for this as well. I havee decided as a challenge, to add at least one user's name to a chapter, at the end of the book, you will have to see if you found all of them. If you are given an unfair role, such as dying very early in the book, I am sorry but I won't be changing it. I want to keep this book the way it is.

"My name, is Jared Morgan. I am a pirate of the seven seas

, I have dealt with many things in my life,

but when I was a lad in prison, nothing was worse.

Pitiful treatment of the inmates, a hot bowl of water claimed to be soup,

the mongrels that run this place are heartless with no sense of love.

And one stands out from the rest of them, Lieutenant Mason.

I seem to have faith in him; I do not know why."

--What the back of the cover would say if it were a real book

Chapter 1 - The Old Saying is True
"Today, these four men, will be hung for four different reasons. One going to each man." The man shouted, in his black uniform decorated with a white design. His hat was a bicorne worn sideways, it was black with a yellow rim all the way around. "Here on this paper, I shall read off their crimes against society to everyone here. May you never mourn these four poor excuses for filthy bilge rats.

Mark Zuckerman: Theft

Will Greasescarlett: Treason

Arnold Montgomery: Murder

and last of the four monsters,

Jared Morgan: Piracy

All four are to be punished with death penalty via hanging."

As I heard my name, my heart started racing, and my stomach felt like it was on fire. My legs were shaking; I was starting to cry. "Why is this world so cruel?" said Jared as a pouch was placed over his head to the officer. "I really don't know. I am sorry that you must die here today." Said the officer. I just silently heard myself breath inside the pouch, running out of oxygen. But oxygen did not matter, for I was about to die. I heard the lever being pulled, I closed my eyes. My life started to flash before my eyes, like they say. I imagined when I was little, walking down the beach with a stick in my left hand dragging across the sand and a seashell in my right hand, thinking about what will happen next. My thick, long, dirty blonde hair flowing down past my ears. As I giggled, I never knew my death would come this early.

I remember those sweet, sweet childhood moments. But out of all of them, my best friend, James Crossbones; he was about my age, around 5 inches taller than me, and he had very short brown hair and hazel eyes.

'More will be added to "The Iron Bars"! Brainstorming in progress!'