“Hey, you nasty cutthroats, over here!” Bonne Anne called and then she
shot her musket.
Every shark in the cutthroat camp turned their heads toward her.
“No over here!” I yelled from the other side of the camp. All their heads
turned toward me. Their beady eyes narrowed in suspicion and half of them
raised their swords.
“No I believe it is I you should be focused on.” Wing Chun flew in from
the bamboo stalks that were concentrated on one side of the camp site. In the
confusion the cutthroats started backing away from us and towards the center of
the camp. My crew and I moved in towards them while some sharks grabbed knifes
that were lying around the campsite. They started to make some weird growling
noises that told me my crew and I weren’t nearly as threatening as I had hopped
we were. The first cutthroat headed towards Bonne Anne and she was able to stun
it with her musket but not before two more started heading towards her. I
stunned both of them with my musket and then felt a sword whoosh past my
shoulder. I turned and was face to face with a cutthroat. Well face to chest
would be more accurate, these guys were huge! I lifted my musket and shot a
bolt of lightning. The shark fell back and growled at me.
“I found something!” I heard Courtney shouting from the other end of the
camp. She was jumping up and down while holding a rolled up piece of paper. She
immediately launched into the greenery that she had been hiding in when we had
found her, out of sight and safe.
“Fall back!” I yelled. Courtney had done her job and now it was my turn.
As my crew fled towards safety away from the cutthroats I aimed at one of the
gunpowder kegs that was spaced evenly beside all the other ones making it so
that each one would set off another and hopefully it would turn the camp to
dust. When I held up my musket to shoot, a cutthroat came out of nowhere and
knocked it out of my hand. I gasped and ducked as the monster almost
decapitated me. I backed up as he kept swinging at me and soon my musket was
out of reach. “Bonnie Anne!” I shouted, “Shoot the kegs!”
“A little busy captain!” When I glanced over to her I saw that cutthroat
had grabbed her musket and they were currently playing what looked like a game
of tug-of-war with it.
That left no more musketeers and no one to set the kegs off. When I had
just lost all hope I heard a faint “I got it!” and a spear came flying past my
head. It pierced the gunpowder keg and in the blink of an eye the camp was in flames.
-See ye in the game!
