I smiled helping my mother set the table for dinner, as the darkness krept onto our shore, as the night drew closer and we waited for my father to return home from work.

He opened the door seeming panicked and worried

"Papa!" I smiled going to jump into his arms as usual

"No Isaac, quiet" he told me pushing me away he ran around our little house extinguishing every candle, locking every door and window as tight as he could. There where strange noises coming from outside I went to the window but my mother pulled me back

"No Isaac! Away from the window!" She told me as the sounds grew louder and light seemed to erupt from outside near the beach

"Isaac, go sit in your playhouse, don't come out until we come and get you don't make a sound" my father told me in panic pushing me to the door I did as I was told hiding in my little wooden playhouse in our garden, I could hear laughing and screaming as fire and ash rose up into the dark night sky.

My little head thought it was a dragon from my story books, but I heard a crash from inside. I could hear things breaking screaming and shouting that sounded like my parents until there was silence and I heard the door open to the garden, I peaked thought the little window but I saw... Not my parents, but a thin disheveled man with a blood covered sword I hid myself best I could as he looked around

"What's wrong?" A voice asked

"I feel something... Someone else is here" he whispered I out my hand over my mouth to muffle my breaths trying not to make a single noise "maybe some little girl who ran away... Maybe a little boy hiding himself away" the voice hauntingly whispered

"Come on we have more places to get to" the first voice argued and they went away.

I waited a while for my parents, but I gave up waiting and stepped out to the garden...

Our house had been ransacked anything of value taken, my parent's murdered there body's broken on the floor picked clean for watches and jewelry, my mother's dress torn open and burnt the house in flames.

I ran for it into town looking for help but I saw almost every other house on our island inflame bodies piled on the streets women and girls as young as me being used and slaughtered.

I ran tears in my eyes to the beach and there just heading out the cove was a black as night pirate ship upon the crystal water. There was a row boat filled with dirty men just leaving the beach rowing out towards the ship, I saw that man who was on my house... And I think he saw me too.