The breeze coming from the shore nearby weaved through my hair pleasantly.  The salty air fluttering to my nostrils felt like a call from the sea.  "Come join me," it repeated over, and over.  I wanted to join the beautiful sea, to roll with her lustrous waves and her vibrant currents.  I was born to be with her.  However, my captor stripped me of my birthright, leaving me with nothing.

"Move on, ye twit.  You have no reason to be dawdling about, Mr. Pirate." the jailer said to me in an annoyed tone.  It seemed to me that he thought he was talking to some wet, little five-year-old.  The jailer prodded me with the back end of his spear.  As I started to walk, the leather bounds that had me strapped to a heavy, wooden shackle began to rip off my flesh with each step.  I didn't let the pain hinder me, I carried myself like a nobleman.  Chest out, big stride, chin up.  I walked with pride up to the gallows.  I never expected anyone to care, even though this was all for them.  Being a pirate is much more than booty and rum.  It's an ideology, one that I'm willing to sacrifice my life for in order to show the people what being a person really means.  Submission is for animals, not for people.

A sharp pain coursed through my cheek as the blunt end of a sabre met my face.
"Why so arrogant?" he taunted.  The man had a slender face with soft features, and beady eyes.  His hair, which was curled at the ends, hung down to about his shoulder, it was flowing, and blonde.
"Well?" he sneered at me.  His teeth were coated with a jaundice like color and ridden with cavities.

I simply stepped on forward, pushing him out of the way with my shoulder as I did so.  That action could cost me my life, I knew it, I didn't care.  Pain rushed into my face as the blunt end of a rifle met my forehead.  I stumbled from the blow.
"How dare you disrespect Devon, you cowardly swine!" the guard shouted.
"COWARDLY SWINE!?" I exploded, "You have the nerve, to stand four feet away from me, beating me with the bu-" A gasp escaped from my mouth as the butt end of the rifle came back for a second strike.  It hit me right in the gut, leaving me winded.  After a moment of hesitation, and recuperation, I regained my stature.  I lifted my leg and gave the guard a swift kick to the ribs, hindering him just long enough for my other leg to deliver a kick to his cheek. The crowd grew silent; there was a terrible tension in the air.

The guard spat up blood and mumbled through bated breath.
"I'll... k-kill you." He said as he reached for the rifle at his side.
"I'll kill you, you God damned bastard!" The rifle's barrel stared me in the face.  It's one black eye, containing the ability to end my life, looked me right back into my pale green eyes.  I gathered up the bit of moisture left in my mouth and spat right into the guards face.  The crowd gasped, and a flutter of small verbal eruptions spread throughout the mass like wildfire.  

A sharp sting erupted throughout my torso, the steel had met my body again.  It hurt, but I didn't falter, I stood steady.  The breeze from the sea blew again, calling my name.  A smile crept about my face, like a spider sauntering up to it's prey.  The blunt end of the sabre had met me again, it felt good.  Without hesitation, I walked on forward, holding my head high.

Clop... Clop... Clop...

The only sound to be heard throughout the city was that of our harsh footsteps as the crowd fell silent.  A pair of doves cooed from somewhere far off, they were giving me their goodbyes.  The crying seagulls didn't want me to leave, the begged for me to stay, and to sail with them once again.  I'm not going to die.  

I was nearing the gallows when, from my left, a crying towns-person spat at my feet.  She was a lovely laid with dusted blonde and brown hair hanging down to her shoulders.
"I... I'll never forgive you!  Rot in hell!" she screamed at me.  The smile in my face began to erupt with laughter.  It echoed throughout the silent town; the gulls and doves chuckled along.
"I've been rotting here for 30 years.  I'm going somewhere better."  I said with the grin still sheepishly showing on my face.  My journey to the gallows was almost complete, only a few dozen more steps, and my fate would rest at the hands of a masked man, a man I would never know.  I guess life generally ends that way; then again, who am I to know?

The wood felt familiar under my feet as I stepped on to the gallows, it reminded me of my ship.  Now that I think about it, my ship and these here gallows are very alike.  Lives are ended in both places, but the legends seem to only begin.