Ryan

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The Pirate Ship It was a cold winter night on the lethal virus. (People call this the ship because it is the most feared ship in all the seas.) All the pirates on the ship are the fearless pirates you will ever meet, and once the ship attacks they won't back down. Just like a virus it doesn't go away unless you do something about it.

The sails are torn, the paint is worn off and the smell is fishy. I am the only outsider that has ever come across the lethel virus and survived.

It was a foggy winters morning and my crew and i were sailing around our usual patrol, when out from the distance in the fog, a watch-guard spots the lethel virus. Our captain shoute at us to prepare our cannons dand draw our swords, but it was too late. We did not have a chance to fire our cannons because they were already boarding the ship. I drew my sword, and i knew that this fight was not going to be an easy one.

I swing my sword left and right. It is two against one, and suddenly someone from behind pushes me overboard. The waves are large and violent as they thrash me around in their enclosing arms as if they can read my desperate thoughts to help the rest of my crew. After a few slow minutes of fighting the waves, and feeling helpless against the lethal virus' crew, the last thing i remember before i blacked out was the lethal ship sailing away from my burning ship. I knew that meant my crew and my ship are history.

When i finally regain consiouness, i am struggling for breath, and coughing up water. I have minimal energy to stay afloat, and i think that this is the end. In the far distance, i catch sight of a small populated island. There is a glimmer of hope after all as i swim towards my life-saver. Im kicking as hard as i can, fighting the current that is pulling me out back towards the wide open sea.

Nearly at the island that is about to save my life, i fell a sharp stinging feeling all over my body. I look down into the water only to see what i thought was grey sand. It turns out it wasn't sand, a sting ray, and the sea has turned blood red. I stood on the sting ray and it has poked its sharp barb into my leg which had pierced into my stomach. Through all my panic, i remember my survival tips my grandfather taught me when i was a young boy. "Do not pull the barb out whatever you do, and seek help as quickly as possible. Try all you can do to stop the barb from piercing further into your body, and stay strong my boy".

I do all this, and finally get to the island. I get rushed to the local hospital, and pumped with an old herbal remedy that is supposed to flush my body of all the sting rays venom. This stung like a million bees stabbing into my leg and stomach.

I again blacked out, and when i regained consiouness for the second time, i was in a bed, with bandages over my leg and stomach, feeling extremely weak.

5 years later, i have fully recovered, and when i look down again, i have a large scar on my stomach shaped like the lethal virus' pirate flag, and only fuzzy memories of what happened that terrible day.

Ryan Clasper 8/9/2010

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