Theme Song #23

Discussion in 'THREAD ARCHIVES' started by Celest, Aug 2, 2012.

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    Music touches people in different ways. Many people enjoy listening to music for inspiration,
    and others simply listen to it to relax. Some songs tell stories while others allow you to make your own story.

    Your challenge:

    Listen to the song above then take a minute or two to think about it.

    Write out a scene to this song; make this song your scenes theme song.

    Let me know what you see when you listen to this music.
  2. His peg leg made a slight tapping on the ships deck as he went from one end to the other. His passing made his crewmen nervous. They’d never seen their captain like this. The feather in his had wobbled then fell to the ground when he passed the stern. The pacing stopped, his head turned, the wrinkles , deep scar over his left eye, and the crooked falling out teeth contorted in anger as he stared at his feather. Each crew member eyed the captain with apprehension; no one dared walk forward or say anything that might anger the man further.

    The ruffles at his arms, the creak of his leg as he bent low and picked up the feather made everyone cower in fear. They did not like their captain like this, he was the one who’d destroyed three Spanish ships. The pride they’d felt during his leadership and their own worth brought hope he might snap out of whatever rut he was in. Each man looked at the one next to him as the captain twirled the feather in his hand. He let out a sigh and walked to the edge of the boat. The men had parted to give him room to stand there, still silence engulfed them.

    The sea was his home, the one he’d been on his entire life. A captain and his ship, it is a bond not easily broken. The feather between his fingers he held it out as far as he could over the sea and let it fly. Both hands now on the edge of the ship he quickly backed away, grabbed his pistol and threw it overboard. As if in a daze, half mad with anger he jumped after it howling like a maniac all the way down. The crew stood frozen in shock as they ran to where their captain had stood.

    The sea had taken him back to her bosom, she’d embraced the captain and had taken him home.
  3. The ship groaned as the sea tossed it around, but the pirates on it cared not. With hope and determination in their hands, they held onto their dear lives even as the waves threatened to capsize the tiny, wooden ship that tried to fight the fury of the sea. Their captain was especially brave, as he himself stood on the highest point of the deck, with his arms crossed in front of his body, his legs planted firmly on the wooden floor of his ship. He did not move a single inch, not if a particularly large wave threatened to topple him, not if a gale-force wind almost yanked the clothes off him, not if a fish threatened to fly into his face. He just stood there relentlessly, his silent endurance giving strength to his men, who continued to tear the sails down from the masts at all costs.

    The storm caught them at the worst moment and appeared only in the blink of an eye, so they had no choice but to make do with emergency treatment and hope that they could sew the sails together again. Axes cut into fabric, hooks tore ropes to shreds and knots were undone with uncanny speed as the captain watched over his men, making sure that every single one of his orders were carried out. Whenever a pirate started to flee inside, into the safety of the ship, he shouted at them, told them not to give up on this ship that has brought them so much treasure, to not give up on the ship with which they sailed all seas.

    However, all effort seemed to be in vain. The storm only got stronger and stronger, which meant that the voice of the captain was slowly lost amongst the roaring of the sea. That alone would have not been devastating, however, a particularly huge wave washed over the ship, almost throwing the captain on board, who only barely managed to hold onto the ship. Many of the newer pirates lost their will to fight against the sea as a result, but the hardened veterans almost literally slapped some sense into them while the rest of them rescued the captain, who, although he was soaked to the bone, was still full of fight. His orders only got fiercer as the time went on, his voice never giving out and somehow overcoming the roar of the waves that almost shattered the ship.

    And after hours upon hours of struggling, the storm finally started to die down. The efforts of the pirates were rewarded as the rain slowly stopped, the waves calmed down and the bright red of the sun illuminated the horizon at last. They have survived this storm just as they have survived all the storms before this one.