As he entered the Devilish Island he was greeted by a thunderous storm and bursting out came the rain. The sound of heavy rain colliding with colossal trees was dreadful. As he walked on he stopped … startled by the ghostly moans and groans of the deceased. The pungent smell of rotting decomposed bodies was terrifying. Dizzy, he almost fainted because of the horrifying height of Marauders Mountain. Marching through the thick dirty gunk in the foul smelling swamp that was surrounded with appalling looking creatures, he approached Devils Creek. The thousand metre drop between the cliff and the water was terrifying.

“I can’t believe it! Living in this hellish place and for what? just a few bars of gold” Tyrone exclaimed whilst shrugging his shoulders in disgust.“ And we don’t even know where it is.”

Exhausted, they started searching for the priceless gold. Barely standing with his eyes blinking heavily, in the corner of Tyrone’s eye, he saw the invaluable gold. As they all rushed towards it, a crewmate stops, as if he were paralysed. With his lips trembling and arms shaking he managed to blurt out.

“There’s a body hanging.” They all turn and astonishingly a body is rocking from side to side. Turning swiftly around in distress they saw another group of pirates looking their way. Charging forward like a bull, Tyrone drew his sword. Holding off the captain whilst the rest destroyed the captain’s crewmates. Begging for mercy, the captain pleaded and prayed for his life. Tyrone (unfortunately for the captain!) had no remorse and dug the sword straight into his heart.