John Sullinger: A Short Story

Refer to me as John Sullinger. For as long as I can remember through my eighteen years of grace I have been subsiding throughout the alleys of Bayport, a city off the coast of Trinidad. The year is 1671 as I take up my pen and interpret to you my tale. I have never known my father nor do I know the true whereabouts of what has become of him. For instance, my mother claimed he was eaten by whale on one of his fishing trips with his mates, she told me he was a sailor. Another description, one by a local who mistook my face for my fathers stated “He was an alcoholic, never really seen’em stable unless he was with the misses.” My mother was not in my life for long as well. With the passing of my father when I was at the age of three, my mother
“Pleasure to meet you!” said Alton. “This lad right here is Denver Tompkins, our cabin boy.” continued Hassett, “He was a runaway looking to venture somewhere, being that was homeless like you.” “Glad to be working with ya!” said Denver. “Additionally there is Leopold Plumb our surgeon, Oran Underwood the Master Gunner, Abner Blair the Quartermaster, and Edwin Kipling is our Sailing Master.” concluded Hassett. “Ahoy John!” exclaimed the crew all together. “Well,” I said, “When do I
Suddenly, a glistening flash emerged from the darkness as the ocean tossed Neptune’s Privateer atop the void. “What is happening?” I yelled “We are in The Bermuda Triangle!” said Kipling “Anything could become of us at this point, we may perish or find our way out through a miracle.” Forthwith the vessel sprouted through the raining sky and abruptly fell once more. I am not sure what became of us until the following morning as I awoke on dew dripped grass with specks of sand draped across from my torso to beneath my boots. “Aye, that was an addled idea on me part, forgive me lads.” said Hassett. The crew and I had awoken on the island in which we voyaged to, only it seemed more bizarre than before. “Let us all search this unfamiliar ground, split up in pairs of two.” said Hassett “Alton and I will go to the north, Leopold and Oran will travel to the west, Kipling and Blair will trek to the east, and Denver and John will go