Yesterday as I was strolling down the pavement from school something across the road caught my eye. It was a really old man with a wooden leg selling books. He told me the books were tales of his days in the navy. He told me once that when he was at sea, pirates sneaked onto his ship and kidnapped him in his sleep. He was woken by the sound of gunfire and it wasn’t the navy ship firing. Raiders had attacked the ship he was on looking for gold coins. As the ship was sinking a wooden beam fell on his leg. Red blood pumped through his uniform. As the raiders were climbing the ladder of the ship they heard his cries and saved him.