Assault on New York
Written by: LLGibson
“Raise the flag, let’s show ‘em who we are,”
“Aye captain,” replied Stephan, as he pulled on the halyard, raising the skull and crossbones to the top of the mast.
Captain John was a pirate. He stood on the bridge of The Ghost, salty spray stinging his face as his ship sliced through the choppy bay. It was early morning with wisps of last night’s fog floating on the tops of the waves. The breeze was coming across the port side as The Ghost heeled over and pushed on towards land. John looked out at the city of mighty buildings made of steel and glass. Will she still be there? He wondered, and how will I find her? He had never assaulted a city of this size, never even knew something like this existed. All he knew is he had to have her back.
“Captain, look at the large, green lady statue in the bay,” yelled Stephan.
With wonderment and awe John looked off the starboard bow and saw a large statue of a woman holding up a torch. What is this place I have come to? He thought.
“Where do we land the ship?” shouted Stephan
Looking back to the city, John surveyed the land. “There at the point, where those giant white tents are, it looks like a dock of some sort,” replied John, “and prepare the cannons on the starboard side, I see enemy ships leaving the dock and heading this way.”
John watched as the large, square ship headed right at them. They were strange vessels, with layers of shiny glass on each side, and no sails. He could see people on the very top moving around and pointing at them as the distance between the two ships closed. Looking closely, John could see no sign of cannons or other weapons. “Ready the cannons, but hold your fire,” shouted John. As the two ships passed he could see hundreds of strangely clad people looking out of the glass at his ship, and they were waving at him.
“Prepare for battle,” John shouted, “Muskets and sabers, all parties ashore.” The Ghost quickly jibed and as the boom swung across the deck, Stephan expertly slid the ship into the dock.
“Ashore,” John shouted as he jumped over the side of the ship. Thirty rough pirates followed him onto the dock. Muskets and sabers in hand they raced past startled onlookers to the large white tent. “Where is your leader?” John shouted as he crashed through of hundreds of people. He looked around. These people weren’t afraid. Most of them were looking at him and smiling, some were clapping. One of them shouted, “Where is Jack Sparrow?”
He walked up to the nearest strangely dressed man and asked, “Who is your leader?”
“Leader, what leader?” replied the man, “You guys look great.”
“Hey, what are you guys doing? You got a permit for a movie down here?” shouted a tall, dark man in a uniform as he approached John.
“Aye, are you in charge around here?” John asked.
“Yeah buddy, but only til five, what are you doing? I don’t see any cameras,” replied the man.
“I don’t know cameras, but I need you to take me to Trump Castle. I am here to rescue my fair maiden, Guinevere,” said John.
“Trump! That explains it. What’s he up to now? The Tower is way up on 5th avenue, you guys need to catch a bus,” said the man.
Johns pulled out his ruby encrusted dagger and held it to the mans neck. “You will take us,” he said as he slowly drew the blade down the left side of his neck causing a line of blood to slowly appear, “or today is the day you die, take us to this bus.”
With eyes wide with fear the man pointed to a large, gray vehicle. Dragging the man with the dagger still at his neck he led his men over to the bus. The men charged up the steps. John entered last with his prisoner and looked down at the startled man sitting behind a big wheel. “Take me to Trump Castle or you die!”
Standing with his dagger next to the driver’s neck, John looked up in awe as it moved forward. Castles built into the sky as far as his eye could see on both sides of the bus. Everything made of glass. The bus came to a stop. “This is it, Trump Tower,” said the driver.
“Prepare for battle, follow me men!” John exclaimed.
The door of the bus opened and John jumped the steps down to the ground. Knocking men and women to the ground he sprinted through huge glass doors with his men close behind. He stopped in shock at the beauty of the inside. Dark wood, gold, waterfalls. It was like an oasis inside a castle. He fired his musket in the air and shouted, “Where in this castle is my fair maiden Guinevere being held prisoner?”
Suddenly, from behind them a voice came “Drop your weapons now!”
John turned to see 10 uniformed men with big and little muskets pointed at them.
“All I want is Guinevere, nobody has to die today,” he said.
“Drop your weapons or you will die today,” replied a uniformed man.
John looked at Stephan who winked at him. Stephan knew his captain had never surrendered. He turned to his men and whispered, “Be ready.”
“For Guinevere,” John shouted as pointed his musket and fired. Eardrum shattering gunfire erupted from both sides. Acrid smoke filled the air. “Charge,” John shouted, as he ran toward the battle.
He heard the bullet before it hit him. He could hear the whine of the bullet’s rotation as it spun on a perfect trajectory directly for his head. For just an instant he felt the impact as it hit and then spun into his brain, making jelly of all thoughts of Captain John before it exploded out the back. Everything went dark.
There was light, John slowly opened his eyes. Looking down on him was a beautiful woman, deep blue eyes sparkling like sapphires through her long blonde hair. A troubled look flashed across her face as she watched him.
“My fair maiden, Guinevere, I’m alive,” said John.
“Fair maiden. What are you talking about?” said the woman, “You’re an idiot John, get up, you’re late for work.”
Captain John, sat up and looked around his 500 square foot apartment, then flopped back down on the bed. “Arrh, I’d rather be a pirate.”