Kim lay on the sun drenched deck enjoying sudden spurts of ocean spray, cooling her sizzling skin, before the pirate ship anchored in the lee of a small deserted island. The gentle lapping of turquoise waters met a short strip of white sand where a barbecue was already cooking in the shadow of a cluster of palm trees, as Kim began to spray coconut oil all over her already golden skin, determined to make the most of her last day on holiday, wishing she could stay in paradise forever.
She tried to ignore the history and stories of pirates on the island; stranded by other pirates with nothing more than a pistol and a bottle of rum, turning on each other before going mad with the sun, until panicking voices made her sit up.
“I've no idea why they’ve sailed away, the tour guide began, “but I’m sure they’re playing some sort of joke and we’ll be back on board in the blink of an eye,” she said, trying to hide the alarm in her voice.
Staring out to sea, Kim saw the pirate ship appear to get smaller, becoming nothing more than a speck on the horizon as the sun began to sink, casting a shadow of uncertainty and fear across the island and its new inhabitants.
Written for Lillie McFerrin's 5 Sentence Fiction where you can read all the entries. x