Pirate Game Fan Fiction

It all began, of course, on the night before Christmas. This was also known as my birthday, and many of my relatives all sailed over to Skull Island this time of year. The lack of snow put them at ease, and my parents had recently purchased a large manor atop a rugged island dotted with trees and steep cliffs. It was here that we would celebrate the holidays, and my 18th birthday.

We were all positioned around the fireplace-me, my mother and father, my 8-year-old brother, my grandmother from my father’s side, and my cousin Anna Beth. My family members were excitedly hovering over my shoulders, anticipating every present I opened. My brother was the only one who didn’t care, playing with his new battalion of Skull Island and Armada soldiers and pitting them against each other.

“Oh, I am so proud of you!” my grandmother squealed, hugging me tightly. “You are getting older and older each second!”

I smiled and she released me. I received another present, and was pressured to open it when there was a knock at the door. My father was quick to answer it, and when he did a loud voice called my name:

“Oi, where is my niece? I heard from a little birdie that is was her birthday!”

“Uncle Scipio!” I cried, jumping up and running over to the silver-haired man.

Uncle Scipio was the most peculiar man in Skull Island. He grew up in Valencia a few years before the Armada took over. His father and my dad’s mother met, and soon after they moved to Skull Island, with Scipio now my dad’s stepbrother. Then the Armada thing occurred, and they decided to stay in Skull Island. My mother never liked my uncle-he always acted as if he was hiding some big secret, and he often intimidated anyone around him.

“I have special presents for my niece and nephew!” Uncle Scipio declared as he walked into the living room. He gave my brother a hug, before removing two small presents from within his travelling cloak.

“Simon, this is for you,” he said, handing my brother a present. Simon immediately tore into it and gasped at the sight of a toy galleon-he now had a ship for his toy pirates.

“I love it Uncle!” he laughed, picking up the toy and pretending to fly it.

My Uncle turned to me, his dark eyes gleaming. “I got a special surprise for you too, Marietta.”

I took the present from his hand. It made a slight noise when I shook it. Not wanting to be under pressure from my relatives any longer, I tore off the wrapping paper and opened the box.

Inside was a little nutcracker, possibly a foot and a half tall. He had snow white hair and a little white beard, a black mustache, and icy blue eyes. He was dressed in a black, red, and blue military trench coat and had a little black hat too. He was made entirely out of wood, including his little rifle that he held, and he looked to be from Polaris.

I stared in wonder, transfixed by the little toy. “It…It’s beautiful. Thank you, Uncle!”

Uncle Scipio smiled warmly. “I got him from Polaris from an old toymaker. He is a very special nutcracker soldier who will protect you from harm…at least, that’s the legend the toymaker told me. He also told me that the nutcracker is a prince.”

My brother, seeing all the commotion, became jealous of my wooden soldier. He dashed over and snatched the toy, flinging him up and down. “I want a nutcracker of my own!” he whined.

“Simon, give him back!” I snapped. My dad went to retrieve the toy, but Simon wasn’t done playing. He yanked the nutcracker back, and in the process he broke its leg.

“Now look what you’ve done!” I cried, taking the toy from my brother. The leg hadn’t completely broken off, but hung a little limply at the knee. I began to cry a little, but then my uncle patted my shoulder and took the nutcracker from my hands.

“He’ll be fine,” Uncle Scipio reassured me. He took hold of the nutcracker’s leg and inserted it back in place. “He never was able to stand in the first place. Why don’t you children head on to bed? I am sure it’s late enough already, and there are more presents to open tomorrow!”

“You’re leaving already?” my dad asked sadly.

Uncle Scipio grinned. “I have much to do during the holiday season. Don’t fret though-I will return tomorrow for Christmas!” With that, he left the manor.

“We ought to go too,” Cousin Anna Beth agreed, taking Grandmother’s arm. “See you new year’s eve.”

They left the house, leaving my family and me behind. “I agree with my stepbrother,” dad said, “It’s time you kids go to bed.”

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