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PIRATE GOLD

Jaimie stumbled behind the old rum barrel, almost tripping in his attempt to hide. No way were those dirty old pirates going to get away with this. They had already captured his twin, Angus, but they weren’t going to get him. Peeping over the top of the barrel, eyes squinting against the brilliant sun, he searched for his brother.

“I have to find him!” Jaimie mumbled, not daring to raise his voice above a whisper.

Angus was excited from the moment the pirate ship sailed in to the cove where his family was camping. Rumours spread like wildfire in the nearby town tucked between the hills and the sea.  The pirates had treasure aboard.

“Gold coins! Spanish doubloons!“ Angus told him, his mischievous eyes sparkling with excitement.  Angus, red haired, freckled and the more adventurous twin, was determined to slip aboard the pirate ship and pocket a few of those coins. He watched the ship through his binoculars for days.

“You must be nuts!” exclaimed Jaimie. “Those derelicts will eat you alive for breakfast!”

However, Angus was not to be denied his treasure. “They probably stole it themselves, so why shouldn’t we have a share?”

Jaimie had tried his best to talk some sense into his brother with no success. He had followed Angus that morning and watched with fright when the old pirate with the greasy hair, his left eye covered with a bright blue patch, grabbed his twin as soon as he climbed aboard.

There was no sign of his troublesome brother and Jaimie decided to venture out of his hiding place. Tiptoeing out of the dark sanctuary, feet sliding on the wet deck, he searched. All was deathly quiet when he felt the hand grab his collar.

“Land of the setting sun, lookee here! Got meself another one!”

Flinching at the overwhelming stench that came from the toothless pirate, Jaimie feared he had met the same fate as Angus.

“What have you done with my brother?” Jaimie yelled, squirming in the pirate’s iron grasp.

“We are having him for breakfast,” the pirate informed him, his evil laugh echoing across the deck. “And you!”

Jaimie, his face burning from the heat of the sun, closed his eyes. This was scarier than he could ever have imagined. Struggling valiantly, he wished he had told someone where he was going. He continued to resist as he was dragged across the deck to an alcove.  His mouth gaped open as he saw Angus, hands tied and a gag across his mouth. He was stretched over a wooden rack. A table with sharp, scary looking knives stood nearby. “This can’t be happening!” he cried out in shock. “We’re supposed to go fishing today!”

Jaimie opened his eyes at last, brushing his hand across his hot face. Looking around, he discovered he was in his own bed, in his very own bedroom, rays from the sun creeping through the window and burning his face. He sat up. It had all been  a dream. There was Angus safe and sound in the bed across from him, fast asleep.

More relieved than he cared to admit, even to himself, Jaimie leaped out of bed. He stretched, his hands lifted to the sky. Chuckling to himself at his scary dream, he heard the clatter on the stone tiles and looked down. A shiny gold doubloon lay gleaming at his feet.

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