The Purple Cloaked Pirate By Rosy Entry Two

The Purple Cloaked Pirate

Rosy

Entry Two

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James yawned and got out of bed. He pulled on a sea green tunic and went down the hallway towards the smell of fresh fish. James arrived in the main room shortly, as his house had three rooms. This was decent size house for a peasant. Most peasants had just two, a bedroom and main room. Some even had one with cots in the main room. James' had three, the main room, his room, and his parents room, Which is technically just his mom's room because his dad had ventured off on a voyage months ago and had not came back yet. James now looked on the counter and found a slice of fish. Living in Darrenport, this was a normal breakfast. Darrenport is a small port and just a fifteen minute horse ride from Frylingnton, the castle city. Many peasants, like James' mom, work as fish cleaners. They do this for the pay and for the small sack of fish every Friday.

James sat down and began eating. He knew that after he finished he would do laundry then at ten o'clock he could run around in the courtyard with other kids and some of the orphans. James never liked the orphans. The way the stood behind in the shadows, pouncing on any food they got and never did James see an orphan with combed hair or brushed teeth. What if the King visited? James thought one day. Wouldn't he like to have his people in tip top shape? Though James has learned to steer clear of the orphans. After playing with the kids, James would then come home and do schoolwork. James' favorite subject was writing. He could write about heroes who endured adventures he longed to go on or villains he feared meeting. After schoolwork, James' mom would come home and they would have lunch. Then came more school work and then finally came free time. James usually ran to the beach, imagining himself as a pirate. After that, James would usually go inside and eat with his mom. James' routine was strictly followed and despised. Such an imaginative boy hated routine.

After breakfast went James slipped on his shoes and ran outside. He liked getting laundry done quickly, so he grabbed his dirty clothes and scrubbed them at top speed. Once he finished, James ran through the courtyard gate to play with his neighbors. He knew most of them, but none of James' neighbors really liked James as he daydreamed frequently. The one person who he liked most was a shorter than James, who was a little short himself. The boy, who's name was Robert, approached James. "Hello," James said.
"How are you?" Robert said. Without giving James time to answer, he continued. "Me, Harold and Oscar made up a game. Wanna play?"
"Sure," James responded. "How does it work?"
"Well here's what you do." Robert begun. "You take this ball," he held up a leather sphere stuffed with hay and fish scraps. "And you try to throw it into that bucket while the other team is trying to take it and throw it in that bucket down there. Got it?"
"I think so." The two boys jogged over to Oscar and Harold. They decided teams and played this game which they named Bucket Toss Ball. Harold threw the ball over to Oscar, who then lobbed it into the bucket. Robert ran over to the bucket, but was tackled by Harold. The ball flew loose and James dove for it. He could feel Oscar on his back, and saw Oscar's hand grab the ball. James turned over and chased Oscar. James dove for Oscar and took him down, the ball flying out of his hand. James scrambled to pick it up and when he did Harold was charging for him. James ducked and threw the ball to Robert who was halfway down the courtyard. Robert took it and tossed the ball in to the bucket to tie the game. They continued on like this until they heard the Church bells ring eleven times. They said goodbye and departed. As James was leaving he saw a small group of orphans. James scowled and passed through the gate of the courtyard and to his house.

James grabbed his learning schedule and sat down. Today was a Thursday so first he would do math. Next would be writing. James sat down with a quill and copied problems down on a scroll. Seventeen multiplied by three. To easy for an eleven year old boy like me James thought. After James finished his math he wrote. He wrote about himself becoming the greatest Bucket Toss Ball ever. He wrote that nobleman and even the king honored him. Orphans wished for his autograph. People screamed. They begged for his company at their dinner parties. He was famous. He was 'my favorite little boy'. James stopped writing and turned. "How's my favorite little boy?" His mom repeated.
"Good." James slid off his chair and hugged his mom.
"I have some fried trout for us!" James' mom said excitedly. They ate and talked but halfway through lunch a knock was heard at their door. James' mom got up and opened the door. In the doorway stood a tall nobleman seated on a black horse and dressed in a sea green tunic with golden trim. "Hello," he spoke sternly. "I am here upon request from King Newton IV. Your husband, Samuel, is reportedly dead. He has been gone for seventy days. I am sorry Gertrude." James' mother was sobbing.
"How d-do you k-know my name?" She stammered between sobs. The nobleman smiled. "Ah, you must've forgotten your days as a child. I was your neighbor and had a love for you since I knew what love was." James gagged.
"Bartholomew?" James' mother Gertrude asked. The man smiled. "Yes. Do you want to assist me in my ride back to Frylington?" James' mother nodded and told James she would be back after dinner and told James to be a good boy and finish his homework. She also told him that she had no work tomorrow, and would be joining James for breakfast. James hugged his mom and then finished schoolwork.

Later that night, after school work, James ran outside. He scampered to the market for he had saved up eight shillings by playing his flute occasionally during free time. James bought himself a roll and ate it on the beach with pleasure. After he was done, James walked home. As he walked in the front door he saw Bartholomew riding on his horse with a panic look on his face. As he got closer James could see blood on his side. "We were attacked by thieves!" Bartholomew shouted. James then noticed his mom wasn't there. His head reeling, James realized even though he despised orphans so much, he just might've become one.