Just to tell you that I haven't written in a while so I might be a little rusty. My story is inspired by The Mysteries of Harris Burdiick (< I couldn't spell it right because of the system) by Chris Van Allsburg Captain Tory.

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Captain Tory


Mist filled the air in the dark, dead silent night as two shadowy figures silently trudged over to the narrow dock. The taller figure seemed to be carrying an oil lit lantern as it pulled the smaller figure along with it. As they reached the end of the dock, the moonlight shone on them and showed a glimpse of their faces. One of the figures, the taller one, looked like an elderly man, wearing an old worn out fisherman's jacket and his eyes looked as if they had sunk back into his head and under them were dark bags, looking like he hadn't slept for a while, you could have mistaken him for a ghost if you ask me. Next to him was a terrified, scrawny looking young lad, he also had the same dark bags under his eyes, but his skin was as white and pale as delicate white icing on a cake. "You know too much boy," the man muttered to boy as he waves his shriveled old finger at the young lad. " I can't have you spreading it all around and have you telling everyone in town, " he laughed sourly, " If only you hadn't been so nosy and not poke your head around there, we all wouldn't be in this mess, but that's too late now." He muttered some curse words, ran his fingers through his white hair and took a deep sigh. Shivering with fear, the young lad tried to plead to the elderly man, and tell him that not a word would be spoken from his mouth and about what he had seen, but he knew better now. It was too late. Slowly the man held the lantern up high, he swung his lantern three times and slowly the schooner appeared from the smog....


Now you might wonder how an innocent scrawny young British lad from a poor family, would cause such a catastrophe. Well, Gerard Hauntley wasn't a normal villager boy, he was always nosy, poking in places where he's not supposed to and causing mischief all around town. Gerard Hauntley was also a responsible child who helped support and serve food to his family's table. He would pickpocket rich foreigners, steal food at the market, beg, hunt or work for people at the marketplace for food or at the harbor for some fish. One day Gerard and his family were in need of food badly that he t