Call the the mate

"Hello?" I cupped one hand around my mouth and waved with the other. "Hello!" I called again, this time more loudly.

The mate looked up. The ship was much closer then, and I could see the expression on his face is less friendly than I had once thought. He has a broad smirk on his face and a dark, mischievous look in his eyes. I dropped my hand back to my side, an uncertain smile still lingering on my lips.

The ship was right at the dock now. I could reach out and touch the hull. The mate peered down and me and grinned, his eyes sparkling. "Why are you down here?" he asked. "Aren't ya scared?"

I frowned. "Scared? Why would I be scared?" We may not have many visitors, but that's no reason to be afraid of newcomers.

"Ya didn't notice?" The mate grinned wider and pointed upwards towards the mast. The sails were furling themselves, the ropes leaping from the boat to the dock to tie the ship up.

My gaze went to where he was pointing. There, my jaw dropped.

At the top of the mast, fluttering slightly in the breeze, was a black flag. Grinning down at me was a skull and two crossbones.

The End

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