Final Clash (flash fiction)

Final Clash

Anne drew her cutlass and grabbed hold of a rope. In one move she swung over to The Damnation while urging her crew to follow. As soon as she landed on the deck of her enemy, her crew also began boarding the ship. She was immediately attacked by several of Harrington’s men. Fending them off she looked around for Harrington, but couldn’t see him. Was he skulking below decks? She signaled to Stryker to lead the assault while she looked for Harrington. Stryker nodded back at her as she went below deck.

She went down a narrow passageway that led to his cabin, but found he wasn’t there. She came to a door that was locked. Breaking the lock she opened the door to find, to her surprise, a young woman with long dark hair who looked terrified. She was chained to the bed, while on a table sat Anne’s jewelry box along with other treasures. Anne stood there wordlessly while the sound of fighting above got louder. They stared at each other in confusion.

“You looking for me girl?” said a familiar rough voice behind Anne. She spun round and parried Harrington’s blow.

“Harrington!” she spat out. “Interesting company you keep. I didn’t realise you had a guest staying.”

“You’re welcome to join her.” Harrington replied as he swung his cutlass at her again. She parried it and drove forwards forcing him into the passageway. Anne then swung her blade at him, which he dodged.

“I’d rather set her free.” Anne told him as she launched another attack. This time he parried her attack. He grinned at her with his rotting teeth.

“No girl can be a pirate.” He stated as he sliced at her with his cutlass. She dodged out of the way while grimly smiling at him.

“But a woman can.” She replied as she swung at him again, this time cutting him across the forehead when he failed to get out of the way. Blinded by the blood streaming into his eyes his next attack was a wild swing that Anne easily dodged. She then smacked him in the head with her blade and he collapsed onto the floor. Finding some rope, she tied him up. She went back into the cabin. The young woman there still looked terrified. Anne sheathed her cutlass.

“Who are you?” the woman asked.

“My name is Anne. I’m captain of The Red Arrow. I’m here to free you.” Anne said. The woman looked at her uncertainly.

“My name is Katherine, though everyone calls me Kate. That man attacked the ship I was on. I’m the only survivor. He’s kept me in here for days. I don’t know how long. He kept bringing jewels every time he came in here…” Her voice trailed off. She looked away while tears began to fall. Anne understood.

“Don’t worry, he’ll never bother you again.” Anne told her. Stryker, her First Mate, appeared.

“His crew has mostly surrendered. Their morale was rather low.” He informed her.

They freed Kate and took what gold and jewels they could find. Several of Harrington’s men joined her crew, while the others were put into her ships brig to be released later. Anne and a few others deliberately scuttled The Damnation. They all watched the black ship sink below the water.

“Davy Jones can have that cursed ship.” Anne stated once the ship had fully disappeared under the waves. “How’s our ship First Mate?”

“We are quite damaged Captain, but I reckon we can make it back to Port Royal. We can always do some repairs on the way.” Stryker replied. Kate had joined them on the forecastle and had watched The Damnation sink with quiet satisfaction.

“Have you anything left of your own belongings?” Anne asked Kate.

“No. Most of my things were left aboard the ship when Harrington sank it.” Kate replied. Anne brought out her jewelry box and, after taking a couple of things out of it, gave it to Kate.

“Well this is a start.” Anne told her. Kate accepted it with gratitude.

“Is he truly gone?” Kate asked.

“Yes Harrington is with Davy Jones now, along with the remains of his ship.” Anne replied. She smiled darkly at the water. “You’re welcome to join us you know.”

“I’m not sure if I’m a pirate, but thanks for saving me.” Kate said. Anne nodded.

“Set a course for Port Royal!” Anne called out.

“Aye Captain!” Her crew replied.

The End

Joanne Fisher

Earlier episodes: Chasing Damnation | Confrontation

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Confrontation (flash fiction)


Anne looked through her spyglass at the ship before her. They were catching up with the Damnation and would be in cannon range within only a few hours. They had spent the night following her and it had been good to see her black sails in the morning light so much closer to them than the evening before. Anne knew her ship was more swift than Harrington’s as it sliced through the brine. She listened to the rigging straining and the sails filling with wind. The Damnation hadn’t altered course at all and seemed to be leading them on to some unknown destination. Stryker, her First Mate joined her on watch.

“We’re catching up with her. Harrington doesn’t seem to be too concerned that we are chasing him.” Stryker observed.

“Yes it’s almost as though he wanted me to find him.” Anne agreed. She left Stryker on the forecastle so she could get a few hours of sleep, though once she was in her cabin, she instead found herself thinking about the coming confrontation. It was obvious Harrington didn’t think that Anne or her ship was a threat to him, or he wouldn’t have goaded her. He knew she would chase him, so why provoke her? Was it for fun? Or did he have some darker intentions? She intended this to be the last time Harrington would ever inconvenience her. While she thought about this, she drifted off…

“Captain! The Damnation seems to have slowed. We’ll soon be on top of her!” A crew-member alerted her. Anne quickly awoke wondering what time it was. She got up and staggered to the deck. There before the ship was The Damnation looking as menacing as a dark storm. She immediately went to the quarter-deck. They were almost in cannon range now. She noted the sky had clouded over and the sea was getting more rough. Then The Damnation began to turn.

“Turn to port! And prepare the cannons!” Anne commanded. So this is where Harrington wanted the battle to be. Maybe he had guessed she was getting some rest and had chosen this time to attack when their response would be slower. The Red Dagger turned, both ships now faced each other. “Fire a broadside!” All the cannons on the starboard side fired at The Damnation. Anne watched Harrington’s ship get punctured by cannonballs. Then The Damnation returned fire. As The Damnation’s cannons were higher up compared to The Red Dagger’s, the cannonballs hit the upper decks and masts.

“Captain, the broadside from The Damnation damaged our mizzenmast. Another attack like that and we could lose it.” Stryker informed her. She nodded in acknowledgement as she watched The Damnation sail past.

“Turn to starboard and keep firing!” she ordered. “We need to get closer so we can board her.” As they turned to starboard, The Damnation turned to port and the ships faced each other again. Another broadside hit The Damnation further damaging the ship, then another round of cannon fire hit The Red Dagger. This time cannon fire hit the quarterdeck where Anne stood. She found herself lying on the deck.

“You okay Captain?” Stryker asked helping her up. Anne nodded.

“Sail right for her. We need to ram her!” Anne commanded once she stood up again. Their ship made right for the middle of The Damnation. Everyone was jolted off their feet as the ships prow smashed into The Damnation. After the deafening crash, there was a brief moment of silence…

to be continued….

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This follows Chasing Damnation.

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Chasing Damnation (flash fiction)

Chasing Damnation

“There’s still no sign of The Damnation, Captain.” Stryker informed her. Anne stood on the bridge still fuming. She took out her spyglass and scanned the horizon around her. Damn him, she thought. This time she would ensure Harrington, Captain of The Damnation, would be dispatched to Davy Jones’s Locker, once she caught up with him.

“I’m pretty sure he’s headed this way. Hold this course and keep scanning the horizon.” she ordered the First Mate.

“Aye Captain.” Stryker replied. Anne went to her cabin. Sitting down her eyes strayed to where her jewelry box would have been, if Harrington hadn’t plundered it. There were items of personal value that he had callously taken, and she vowed she would get it all back, even if she had to send him to the very Gates of Hell.

It had been all due to their recent sojourn at Port Royal. Anne had let the crew go spend their ill-gotten gains in the port city, however they wished. She herself had decided to play cards at a tavern. Also at the table was Harrington, whose ship was also in port. He spent the evening smoking cigars and grinning at her with his grey and black teeth. That night luck was with Anne, and she walked away from the table with a considerable fortune. After leaving most of her winnings in her cabin, she decided to spend the night onshore in a decent room. The next morning she noticed The Damnation had sailed away. Returning to her cabin, she found it had been ransacked. Her winnings that she had hidden away were gone, but her missing jewelry box was what hurt her the most. There was a piece of rolled up parchment on her table. Unrolling it, she read the message: Thanks for the plunder girl. Harrington. She immediately called for all the sailors to return to her ship, The Red Dagger. That afternoon they set sail heading on a course she guessed Harrington had taken.

Now it was several days later and there was still no sign of his ship. She was sure Harrington had headed this way, from what she knew of him. The man clearly had no honour and she would eventually hunt him down wherever he had gone.

“Captain!” she heard above. She went back on deck and grabbed her spyglass. There in the distance were some black sails. She had found him.

to be continued…

Joanne Fisher

I’ve been watching pirate movies lately, so I felt like writing a pirate story. Hopefully it should only need two more parts.

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Treasure Hunt (flash fiction)

Treasure Hunt

Moving slowly forwards, Anne followed the directions on the treasure map she held onto. Her crew walked expectantly behind her. As they got nearer, they all began looking around.

“Captain look!” the Second Mate shouted. Among the trees was a statue of a pirate holding a cutlass. Anne sighed loudly.

“This isn’t a treasure map, it’s a map to Cutthroat Pete’s memorial!” she exclaimed while screwing up the paper.

“We might as well dig while we’re here.” the Second Mate suggested. Anne nodded, but looked away once they started digging. She didn’t expect them to find anything of value.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 99

It’s been a while since I’ve written a pirate story.

This was written with the prompt memorial provided by the Carrot Ranch May 30 Story Challenge.

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A Real Pirate? (flash fiction)

A Real Pirate?

“When I was told we were being attacked by pirates, this wasn’t what I was expecting.”

“Don’t I look like a pirate?”

“Well with the eye-patch and the parrot on your shoulder yes you do, it’s just that pirates today generally use small fast boats instead of sailing ships, and are armed with Kalashnikovs rather than cutlasses.”

“They don’t understand the romance of being a pirate.”

“Ah yes, the romance of robbing people at sea.”

“Shiver me timbers, are you being sarcastic? If you’re not careful you’ll walk the plank!”

“Oh really?”

“Mark my words you landlubber, you’ll end up in Davy Jones’ Locker yet. I mean it!”

“Ooh I’m so scared.”

“Is that sarcasm again?”

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Prey (flash fiction)


Anne looked through the spyglass. Owing to their swift passage they had caught up with the lone Spanish galleon, their intended quarry. The galleon was loaded with gold, silver, tobacco, and spices from the New World and had somehow been separated from the rest of the fleet. They would plunder it, and then make for Port Royal.

“Ready for attack!” Anne called out as they sped towards their prey.

“Captain, there are two more ships approaching flying Spanish colours.” the man in the crows nest called out. They would have to break off their pursuit and try another day…

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This was written with the prompt swift passage provided by the Carrot Ranch April 1 Flash Fiction Challenge.

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The Sudden Storm (flash fiction)

The Sudden Storm

Eliza, Captain of the The Crimson Night, was asleep when the squall hit. She quickly arose and staggered to the deck. The scene was complete chaos. The high winds shredded the mainsail to shreds, while the mizzen looked in danger of collapsing.

The crew desperately tried to bring the sails down as high waves crashed over them, washing some overboard. Eliza took the wheel trying to keep the ship on course, holding on to prevent being swept into the brine herself.

When morning came, the squall had blown itself out. The ship was heavily damaged, but they had survived.

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This was written with the prompt high winds provided by the Carrot Ranch September 3 Flash Fiction Challenge.

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Pirates! (flash fiction)




“Well, we’ve safely sailed the Bodacious through the Nose Bender, a labyrinth of reefs. Any sign of pursuit?” the Captain asked. The First Mate looked through a spyglass in the darkness behind them.

“It’s no good Captain! Heartbreak Kid is still following us.”

“Shiver me timbers! We may just have to fight.” The Captain replied. “We’ll have to arrange a boarding party.”

“Pieces of eight!” said the parrot on his shoulder.

They suddenly froze.

“And my question to you is: in that film clip, what colour hat was the First Mate wearing?” The game show host asked the contestants.


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This was a finalist in the Carrot Ranch Rodeo Mashup Contest. The objective was to combine pirates and game show tropes and include the names Bodacious, Nose Bender, and Heartbreak Kid.



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CCC#36: My New Boat (flash fiction)


My New Boat


“See I’ve got myself a boat. Now I can become the pirate I’ve always wanted to be.” I told her.

She walked on deck looking unimpressed. She shook her head.

“What is this obsession with pirates you have? It’s just sad in someone your age.” She told me.

“I like pirates. You better be careful what you say or I’ll make you walk the plank and you’ll go down to Davy Jones Locker. Arghh!” She sighed loudly.

“I love you, but you make it so difficult sometimes. You just need to let go of all these silly obsessions you have and come and join us in the real world one day!” She exclaimed.

She walked out leaving me alone. One day I would be the most fantabulous pirate and she will wish she had joined my crew when she had the chance. She’ll be sorry.


Joanne Fisher


Word count: 145


This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #36.


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How To Be A Pirate (flash fiction)

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How To Be A Pirate


In the mirror Jill practiced facial expressions to make herself look scary. If she was going to be a pirate she would have to know how to grimace, or so her mum had said.


Joanne Fisher


Word count: 33 + prompt


This was written with the prompt grimace provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #114.


Because it was such a short post here some random pirate images:








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