Striding across the old sixteen hundreds stone bridge, Mary-Anne is lost in beautiful thought. Marry-Anne was a beautiful young woman no older than sixteen. She had a slender, but muscular body with curly light brown-red hair highlighted with a beautiful golden red, not too noticeable but rather elegant. She wore her most beautiful Sunday dress, made of silk and one hundred percent cotton with beautiful designs, and skipped stone to stone daydreaming about her one and only love, Patrick. He had agreed to meet her on the old stone bridge after Sunday mass.

'He's late'�,'� she thought to herself while propping herself up to sit on the cleanest stones built into ledge of the bridge. She swayed her feet back and forward just careful enough not to loose her balance. Below the bridge was a creek with a variety of pebbles, rocks, and moss. Some discarded possessions were able to be seen due to the lack of rain in Port Santroff, where Marry-Anne lived.

She started to sing softly, 'Yo ho'� yo ho... a pirate's life for me'� we pillage'� we plunder'� we rifle and loot'� drink up me hearties yo ho!'� she grew louder and stronger as the song progressed, 'We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot! Drink up me hearties, yo ho!'� She stopped dead when she saw a group of soldiers head her way. They wore red coats and marched in sync. She quickly got off the stone ledge and backed up to the ledge rubbing her beautiful dress across the dirty stones. She hoped they would pass without her interfering. You see, her father was a sea merchant whose ship was taken over by starving pirates who threatened all the sailors' lives. Her father secretly helped those pirates cross to the Caribbean to keep his life. When he arrived back in Port Santroff, he was arrested and hung for engaging in piracy.

Her eyes started to widen as she realized they were coming right at her! They slowed to a strolling-like pace as if not to frighten her, which they soon will realize isn't going to change anything. 'Run! Run you idiot!'� she silently shouted to herself, 'Run goddamn it!'� She was so scared that she about to cry. She was scared stiff! She didn't know what to do! They were nearly two feet away from her when she regained control of her body. She grabbed hold of the linen of her dress, shifted it up to move her legs freely, and ran. She was too afraid to look back to see if they were following but she thought she could hear their trotting just about twenty feet away. She ran off the dirt road and into the forest. She dodged branches and bushes while trying to maintain a fairly fast pace to try and lose the soldiers.

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