The Iron Bars

The Iron Bars is a book written by Pencil-. It is about a young boy who was arrested for piracy at left to rot in prison. This is a book where every alternating chapter, a pattern of narrators will occur. Music will be optional to listen to while reading the story to help imagine it. Pictures will also be added for this as well. I havee decided as a challenge, to add at least one user's name to a chapter, at the end of the book, you will have to see if you found all of them. If you are given an unfair role, such as dying very early in the book, I am sorry but I won't be changing it. I want to keep this book the way it is.

"I cannot stress how sad this book is, if you easily cry and don't think you should read it, then don't. You don't have to." --Pencil-, main author of this book.

"My name, is Jared Morgan. I am a pirate of the seven seas,

I have dealt with many things in my life,

but when I was a lad in prison, nothing was worse.

Pitiful treatment of the inmates, a hot bowl of water claimed to be soup,

the mongrels that run this place are heartless with no sense of love.

And one stands out from the rest of them, Lieutenant Mason.

I seem to have faith in him; I do not know why."

--What the back of the cover would say if it were a real book

Chapter 1 - The Old Saying is True

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"On this day, the twenty-ninth of June in the Year of our Lord, 1710, by the grace and power of His Majesty, King George Louis I, the following men shall be sentenced to death." The man shouted, in his black uniform decorated with a white design. His hat was a bicorne worn sideways, it was black with a yellow rim all the way around. "They have been brought forth on convictions of the following crimes:

Mark Zuckerman: Theft

Will Greasescarlett: Treason

Arnold Montgomery: Murder

Jared Morgan: Piracy

All are sentenced to death by hanging."

As I heard my name, my heart started racing, and my stomach felt like it was on fire. My legs were shaking; I was starting to cry. "Why is this world so cruel?" said Jared as a pouch was placed over his head by a guard.

"I truly know not. I am sorry that you must die here today," said the man. I just silently heard myself breath inside the pouch, running out of oxygen. But oxygen did not matter, for I was about to die. I heard the lev

The beach Jared would walk across in his youth.

er being pulled, I closed my eyes. My life started to flash before my eyes, like they say.

I imagined when I was little, walking down the beach with a stick in my left hand, dragging across the sand, and a seashell in my right hand, thinking about what will happen next. My thick, long, dirty blonde hair flowing down past my ears. As I giggled, I never knew my death would come this early.

I remember those sweet, sweet childhood moments. But out of all of them, my best friend, James Crossbones; he was about my age, around 5 inches taller than me, and he had very short brown hair and hazel eyes. I was suddenly back to my days of playing "pirate."

"Halt, you nasty pirate!" he would yell.

"You'll never take me alive you blasted Navy!" I would say.

We always had something to do, there wasn't ever a dull moment between the two of us. As we got older, we slowly grew apart. James became obsessed with art, I always just played with my imagination. Then, that one horrid day; January 5th, 1701, the murder of James.

It was a quiet night. Not a creature was stirring. A man in a black cloak was quietly running, not a sound came from him. He then reached the beach, and began in a great

The man in the black cloak.

sprint. I don't know why he was so silent, but it seemed to amaze me when news got out. As the man in the cloak slowly stepped up the wooden steps onto the old creeky porch, he slowly opened the door to find him

Pressed flower art James made.

self in a small cabin. There was a table, two seats. A loaf of bread on a plate was on the old wooden table. The cloaked man only moved forward silently, to the nearby staircase. Slowly, the man in the cloak seemed to fly up the flight of stairs. He reached a hallway, and there was only one direction. That direction was right. There were two doors on each side, and on the end, there was one door. The cloaked fiend quietly sprinted down the hallway. The man stopped at the door to the bedroom. He slowly opened the beaten wooden door, and it whined as it's hinges were rustled. There was James, in his bed. There was a desk up against a windows. There was a candle about to go out. The cloaked man took his left sleeve, revealing a hidden dagger. He silently removed it. Walking up to James, silently, like always, he raised the knife. Thunder struck right before the blow. Blood flew across the room. James silently shook in his bed while blood spewed across the area. The assassin turned around back to the door and whispered in a ghastly voice, "Sleep tight!" then walked outside of the house and trecked back to town.

Chapter 2 - The Hanging

I left the barracks at my normal time. Made my normal rounds. It seemed quite a nice morning for what was to occur. As I left the bakery with my small loaf, I spotted the prisoners, moving single-file down the road. I hurried, using alleys and shortcuts, to the square where the hanging was to occur.

There, I met the commander of the garrison, who ordered me to place the nooses and sacks (used for decency) over their heads. I had never done this, and already knew it would be the most despicable action of my career. But, for King and Country, I follow orders.

By the time the prisoners entered the square, most of the crowd had assmbled. I looked from face to face, looking for any sign of guilt, doubt, or uncomfortableness, but found none. These people were ready to watch the prisoners drop. I shook with a start as the herald began the usual talk.

"On this day, the twenty-ninth of June in the Year of our Lord, 1710, by the grace and power of His Majesty, King George Louis I, the following men shall be sentenced to death. They have been brought forth on convictions of the following crimes:

Mark Zuckerman: Theft

Will Greasescarlett: Treason

Arnold Montgomery: Murder

Jared Morgan: Piracy

All are sentenced to death by hanging."

When it was my cue, I rose up on the stage. I wrapped the noose around the first one, who refused to look up. I placed the bag firmly over his head. I moved to the second and third, who both cried for mercy. And then I reached the fourth. The boy was young, that was for sure. As I placed the noose, the boy coughed out, "Why is the world so cruel?"

"I truly know not. I am sorry that you must die here today," I whispered as I looked into his eyes. His eyes fell into a daze as I placed the bag over his head. I stepped down from the platform, as the herald continued to read.

Chapter 3 - Fate is Cruel

My mother's name was Mary. She was a loving, caring, mother. She had long red hair and was a bit pale. She had blue eyes. She would always take care of me and tuck me into bed at night like any other. I remember waking up to the smell of warm fresh bread. I would run down the stairs in my nightgown

The city Jared lived in.

, my hair flopping, I was given my hair from my mother.

"How was your sleep, honey?" She would ask me every morning.

"Excellent as usual, mother." I would reply.

"Son, have you finished your painting yet?" My father asked.

His name was Marc. He was a tall man with a slightly tanned tone, short dirty blonde hair and green-brown eyes. His vision was not very good. He needed to lean in to see something. He was always somewhere working or telling me about his journeys. As a young man, he was a cabin boy and traveled all around the world.

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The worst thing in my life, probably, was the British raid. The town was nice and quiet, but a large ship was slowly sailing under the bridge of the town. As it passed the buildings, the ship opened fire, reducing them to rubble. Everyone was panicking! I was put into shock!

"Get Jared, Marc! Hurry!" My mother said with deep emotion.

"Jared! JARED!" My father called out.

I was so scared I started to find a spot to hide on at the beach. There was so much noise and explosion, babies were crying and women were screaming at the top of their lungs. Men were heard, and soon after, unmistakable gunfire.

"JARED!" A woman's voice cried out.

I knew right away his mother had been shot, she was gone. Dead, a memory. I just sat there, weeping, laying on the sand. The tears came into contact with the sand. I no longer felt living with my wonderful mother deprived of her son; her life.

Suddenly, the noise had stopped. It seems that the town had been massacred. Jared heard men.

"Get on the ship! That's an order!" Shouted a man with a thick accent. I heard two people walking down the beach, he peaked up from his tears. They were British. I was far away enough to escape. He stood up and wiped away his tears. Click, click, BANG! BANG! I knew right away I was under attack! I started running. BANG! BANG! My ankle was grazed as I fled, and I tumbled into the sand, crying. I struggled to get back up. Finally, I made it, and started limping to get away.

"Where have you been!? Get on the ship! Now!"

"Wh-why should I-I. . ?" I said in excruciating pain.

"Why!? Well, for the drafting, of course! We're going to war!"

I slowly was dragged to the ship, I was miserable. Crying over the loss of my mother, and possibly my father. I limped onto the ship, and glanced around hoping his father or a member of the family was around. I only saw strangers.

"Heavenly Father, please help me. . ." Were the last words I said as the ship's hold was closed up.

Chapter 4 - (John Breasly gets this chapter, wait for him to write it.)

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