It was a fine day, the air was warm and there was a slight breeze. I was wandering around WhiteStorm, looking for something to do, or any money someone had dropped. I talked to a few people, but nothing much happened. I finally got to the town square, and what a crowded place it was! I heared a few people talking of a voyage out at sea, and it interested me. I tried as hard as I could to hear the men, but I was too far away and there was too many people.
I strode off southward, to the docks. I decided I'd go sailing. I reached the dock in a few minutes, and I boarded my boat. I sailed out into the ocean, breathing in the air deeply. "Ahhhh, what a fine day for sailing it is!" I said to myself. I sailed far from the land's reach, and set off into the east. I sailed for an hour or two, and then stopped to rest for a while. I slept for nearly half an hour, and awoke to find a large plot of mist to the north. I squinted to see what was there, but all I could see what a big rock-like thing. I was feeling adventurous, and set my boat off to the northern mist.
I soon found a large ship, old and cracked. I heard moans and groans, and the whole place seemed incredibly interesting. I boarded the ship, and walked around for a second. I was immediately captured by a blood-thirsty pirate. He tied me up in some magical rope, and then knocked me unconscious. I awoke, still binded in the rope, in a strange cargo room. I found an old, scrawny man who seemed to just chatter chronically. I finally got sick of him and asked him how I could get free and out of this place. I told me how, but that secret is not for me to reveal. I threw the rope down, and got a bit of food and drinks from the cargo boxes. I ate them thankfully, and then ran out of the door, up to the deck, and I jumped off the boat into the ocean. I pulled my dinghy away from the ship, and boarded it as soon as it was a safe distance from the ship. The ship slowly turned towards me, and I barely made it back to my ship in time. I turned the boat westard and sailed as fast as I could, every now and then heading a little southward to make sure it would be a little bit more of a task to find me, if that ship was still after me.
I grinned to myself as I returned to WhiteStorm. I had survived, barely, but survived nevertheless, the evil Pirate Ship. I told my tale, although few believed me, but I knew it was true.