Pirates of the Scaribbean: A Short Horror Story by Alyanna Poe

They surrounded her.

A hoard of pirate ghosts.

Ghost pirates?

The spirits of dead pirates.

Sasha’d never felt fear this real before. 

She screamed, keeping her hands out between her and them.

The boney figures slowly came forward, their weapons and jewelry glinting in the moonlight.

It was dark, but the ocean was darker, yet it was her only escape.
Sasha jumped from the abandoned ship.

Hours prior, the sand had surrounded this wooden boat, but the tide came in, breaking her fall. It was cold. Colder than cold. As she surfaced and took a breath, she heard splashing behind her. 

They’d jumped in behind her.

If she could just find somewhere to hide…

But what about Timothy?

Timothy was somewhere up in the ship, all by himself.

Timothy, her five year old.

She’d abandoned ship without even a thought of him. For years she’d thought she wasn’t mature enough to have a child. She knew she had no maternal instinct, and while that was true, a little flicker in her chest grew into something more.

She would save Timothy. She would save him and protect him. 

Sasha spun around in the water.

They’re ghosts, right? What harm can they do?

A deckhand was on her in seconds. He swung his blade down as a wave picked him up, and Sasha found out their swords weren’t ghosts.

She shrieked as it cut down to bone. Her wrist heated up as blood flooded into the freezing waters.

Instead of turning back, Sasha swam forward, not only snatching the sword from the ghost but swimming through him as well. 

She dove underwater with her new sword and sense of confidence. Her wrist would heal, but her heart never would if anything happened to Timothy.

Sasha wondered where he might be hiding. 

She climbed the rope ladder, the salty sword between her teeth.

He could be anywhere…

But Sasha had a feeling he was in one particular place.

With sword wielding ghosts at her feet, Sasha clambered up the ladder and fell onto the deck. Three ghosts rushed her, their swords held high. Sasha stood and ran at them, slamming her sword into theirs with the only good hand she had. She managed to knock the swords out from two of them and dodge the last before throwing herself down below deck, where the barrels of alcohol and treasure were stored.

With nothing but moonlight pouring in from the hole above her, Sasha barely spotted Timothy hiding behind a chest.

“Timmy, hurry! We can still get out of here,” Sasha said, running to him.

Timothy ran to her, his arms outstretched. 

Upon impact, Sasha fell through Timothy as if he wasn’t there.

She gasped and spun around. Timothy peered behind her and pointed.

A ghost, seven feet tall and wearing a captain’s hat pointed a sword at her, then swung the blade away and pointed to a small body with a growing pool of blood under it.

The sword fell from her hands. 

Sasha fell to her knees and watched as the captain raised his sword above her.