This is my entry into Alastair Forbes’ flash fiction challenge Sunday Photo Fiction. The challenge is to write a story to go with the photo using about 200 words…Here is my story…
As a boy of thirteen, having come from a poor family, Hector Barbossa ran away from home wanting a life at sea. He knew that he could do well for himself. He got a job on the Providence. He learned quickly moving from being a privateer to first mate. While at sea, he learned about pirates, which they continually had to evade.
Of these, there were many. Hector took note that the job of a pirate involved less work and was more lucrative. And, when the opportunity presented itself, with Providence overtaken by a pirate ship, he turned to the other side.
After many years of being first mate to the Captain, he decided he wanted more. He wanted to be the Captain. In the captain’s quarters one night, carousing and drinking massive quantities of rum, the Captain’s tongue loosened, giving up the location of the Chest of Cortez on the Isle de Muerta.
Barbossa led the mutiny and turned the ship to the Isle de Muerta. Little did he know that the gold was cursed leaving him and the crew undead. Standing in the window of the saloon at Dead Man’s Cove, he swore that he would get back at Captain Jack Sparrow.
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Thank you Al for the inspiring photo that led me to write this story! Thank you dear reader for stopping by! I hope that you enjoyed my bit of flash!
Have a super Sunday! Be well…. ^..^