The Vision of Hate and Pain from my Truth of Piracy
by Summer Sky Larson
Not Crazy Or Am I?
I keep getting visions and hearing conversations in my head before my death, you know my life before this one. While I'm typing this I'll try to break explain my vision.
Hate, betrayal, pain - I know these things a little to well. Abandoned by your crew abandoned by your family, left to die in nowhere with no one, only a knife to save you and free you from this world.
I didn't want to die, I never wanted to, I only wanted my crew to live. Who cares if they only marooned me on a island because I'm female. I argued this with myself for weeks on that dreadful spit of land.
I can cry, but I won't give up, dammit I was about to starve to death with no way out, no dead end. I felt pain, hatred, abandonment and all of the above. I wanted my life to end, but I also wanted my crew to live.
I had a journal with me along with a sword and cutlass. I wrote my last words, buried the journal on the island and prayed. Then plunged my cutlass into my stomach, not all the way through me just enough for me to die. But a side of me didn't want to die, a side of me wanted to live.
I wanted to carry on life, love, and have a family, learn to love myself, have more adventures, have more fights, carry my sword in my hand and live life - the life I never had and be free.