I didn’t ask for any of it. Any of it at all. I didn’t ask to be so driven to kill. I didn’t ask to have him as my father. I didn’t ask any of these things at all. The breeze is so icy right now and comforts me as I sit and ponder. Where do I go now?

I guess it all started when Dal found me outside the tavern that night. He watched me with ravenous eyes knowing I’d be a fair penny. So, he locked me away in the gallows where he locked all the other prisoners and whores and slaves that he had bargained for. Years passed and he never seemed to sell me…He had other plans for someone like me.

The Lone Echo was a beautiful ship, probably the best that Dal had in his wholesome fleet. It wasn’t long before I started eating with the crew and then even being pulled out of the gallows and taught under him. I would grin so happily around him.

I remember every moment with him like it was yesterday. I remember feeling the salty sea spray in my face and gambling with the other pirates at he called them. I had no idea that I was on the other side of the board. I remember all the battles we fought and the riches we’d share and good rum and stories. Every battle I fought along side him and he had the same crazed expression on his face as I did. We both lived for the heat of battle. Every time I sat with him we’d talk about death and new strategies that would make my mouth water.

Of coarse being in such an exhilarating life it wasn’t long until I’d wear myself down. I will never for get it, in the heat of battle against The Aardvark. My hair was flinging around my face, the battle almost won when I tripped over a rope and found my opponent spearing me through the stomach. It hurt grotesquely as I heard my heart through my ears. I began to hear a hissing sound around my face. I heard voices and then saw Dal and he only smiled saying “You are special, do not fear death.” And so saying he slit my throat and it was no longer than a couple minutes did I die.

I felt my soul plummeting downward and I knew where I was going. I felt the fires lick my skin and felt the heat but did not feel any pain. So many wrong decisions in life I knew I had made but it still weakened me to feel cut so short. But before the fires engulfed me and I was to fall onto a hot slab I jolted awake, my cheeks still hot and standing naked on the deck. The pirates around me laughed at me as I ran into Dal’s cabin and took some of his clothes. I didn’t understand what was going on at all until I felt a searing heat on my shoulder and whipped around the hissing growing louder in my ears and saw Dal grinning. I only stood and watched m reflection as my hair of snakes sprang freely with small heads starting to relax into normal strands of black hair. It was then I knew what I was and Dal knew it too.

I am not immortal nor am I mortal, if that makes any since. I can die but no matter how hard I try or how brutal the death I always awake back up. Dal began to grow older and used me to his advantage. I didn’t care though, the days only grew longer and with every passing night I could not relieve the bitterness or lust in my heart.

It was now time for our biggest prize yet, to round up the fleet and to invade the Kiscovan palace. And that’s the very place where everything went down hill. When I met her.

Dal bought her for a cheap price. I knew from the looks of her she wasn’t very different but in my heart I felt something when I saw her. I told Dal this he eyed me saying it wouldn’t be possible. I didn’t quite understand so I tried to visit her cell and talk to her. She’d never say anything though.

Slowly, after a couple months she began to talk. And the more we talked the more I found out that she was the only one who understood me. It almost felt as if we were connected. She told me of her old home and how she missed her family.

It was the month before we were to invade the Kiscovan Palace and in the docks of one of Jamaica’s southern islands. It was her hometown and I sneaked her out that night to her family but froze as she greeted a man at her house and kissed passionately. She introduced him as her lover and I only kept a wry smile feeling some sort of anger rise. And right when I was about to leave her I realized this feeling.

I loved her.

It wasn’t even when I was two feet away from her house that I turned back and knocked on the door. She answered it and I pulled her out pouring out my heart and asking if she felt anything. She stared at me shocked, glancing back at the household. I saw it in her eyes, I knew she was thinking of her lover but still I begged her and asked for her hand in marriage. It was as if I couldn’t live without her.

But it seemed I couldn’t convince her. Forlornly I walked back to the ship where Dal was waiting for me. We had a long talk that night and I was never to see her again. We invaded the Kiscovan palace with success and I was given a ship of my own. It took months to split the winnings and it wasn’t until 6 months later did I go against Dal’s will and went to her again. She was happy when she saw my but it didn’t take long for her to scuffle me away again. Anger rose within me as I heard about her wedding the following week.

Yet it hurt even more because I loved her and wanted her for myself. For the next five days I pleaded but there was nothing. Solemnly, I went back to my ship where I saw Dal’s ship. He knew what I had done. He told me that she was foolish anyway. I felt anger grow more and more within me against Dal saying such cruel things about her lover and against her. It was almost as if he was trying to anger me. She had been the only one who understood and cared for him. Why did she have to make him so angry? Why did she have to leave me?

This was when I made a decision. I planned everything out to have it on the perfect day. Her wedding day arrived and my plan was put into play. I hid myself at the wedding and made my way behind the stage of the church as he was giving his vow to her and I knew this was the time. She wouldn’t even die married. Quickly I lunged forward with my double bladed sword and stabbed her right in her heart. She gave out a cry and the blood soaked her elegant dress, as there were shrieks from the crowd I then pulled out the sword from her gaping heart and severed her head.

Before I glanced back at her I ran out with inhuman speed, tears running down my cheeks. It wasn’t fair at all. But if I couldn’t have her then nobody could. My hands were still shaking at what I did as I boarded the boat and set sail. Her memory would be forever embedded in my heart and I do and still love her. People will call me a murderer but in my heart, I know I could’ve never lived knowing someone out there was with her. My star. My match. My true one.

My beloved.