Posted in Posted by C.S. Lewis

 Someone had to post, give us something to talk about other then sardines and Scott's imprisonment! Here is more from my adventerous book, Peril with the Pirates.

 C.S. Lewis and her sardines

Same day, At Sea  
Black storm clouds covered the moon and stars, blocking out their faint light. A chill wind picked up, blowing over the lonely ship as it rocked on the gentle waves. On board the ship most of the crew were being lured into a deep sleep in the rocking ship, little knowing the storm that was hanging over their heads.
A light rain started to fall, only to quickly turn into a gale. The wind picked up, the waves became choppy, lighting lit the sky and the thunder seemed loud enough to split the ship in two. No sooner had the storm broken upon them then the cry was raised of, “ALL HANDS ON DECK!”
Sailors came scrambling up the hatchway. Some where yanking on coats and others where stumbling into their boots. A wave washed over the ship, threatening to take some of the crew with it. The men clung to anything within reach and waited until the wave washed over the other side of the ship.
“Lower the main sail before it is ripped off!” The captain yelled over the wind.
The next moment Jack Patterson was climbing the rigging, struggling hard to keep his grip in the violent storm. A wave came up over the ship again, on Jack's left, and caught him off guard. Without warning he felt his hands yanked from the rigging. Jack tried to find something else he could grab onto, the water spun him around, and disoriented him so that he no longer knew which way was up or down.
Jack knew he was going to be swept over the side of the ship, and cruelly tossed into the raging sea. Just when he was certain there was no more hope he felt a pair of strong arms grab him and pull him out of the water.
Jack blinked salt water from his eye and looked up into the grinning face of the first mate. “Whaur d’ ye think ye be goin' Jacky boy?” The huge Scots man yelled above the storm, “We'll hae nae desertion on this ship, especially during a storm!”
McLeod, the Scots man, was clinging to the rigging with one arm, and holding onto Jack's waste with the other. He did not let go until Jack had regained his footing on the rigging. Jack grinned at his friend and together the two began to make their way to the main mast.
“Caught ye on the left side did it?” McLeod asked as the two climbed.
Jack nodded his head, and continued his climb. The ropes whipped about in the wind; needless to say this did not help anything. The rain drenched Jack, McLeod, and the ropes and the two nearly lost their grips more then once. However, getting to the main sail was nothing compared to getting it in. It flapped in the wind with such force it could have easily knocked Jack and McLeod to the deck, or worse, the ragging sea.
“I have it!” Jack yelled as he tugged the sail in.
Together the English boy and the Scottish man secured the mast and then began their perilous climb down. They had not made it far when another wave swept up over the ship, only this time it was McLeod who was swept off the rigging.
Jack watched in horror as his friend was swept toward the hungry sea. “MCLEOD!” Jack yelled, before another wave hit him, filling his mouth with water and sweeping him after his friend.