It was unmistakable, his stomach growling loud enough to wake the dead. He smiled as he thought of that old saying, but it was not just a saying here. The boy shrank down, trembling in the dark. The ship coming in sight at the curved contour of the coastline made him shiver.
What ruthless brood of pirates would be coming this night? His father beside him readied his pistol, not only for protection but to try to reassure his son they would be safe. The localized band of residents remained steadfast to protect their families in this small village. Coiled for the attack, the ship drew near.
A bright sphere of the moon lit the scene, and all breathed a sigh of relief as the ship moved out of the bay into open water. The village was safe once again.