Young Writer’s Camp 2006

 Monterissa’s Insignia

                         Space Pirates
Text Box: Hello, my name is Malcolm and this is a entry from a book I worked on during the two weeks I spent at The Young Writers Camp. The story is about the lives of seven pirates going around the galaxy in a luxury brig called the Monterissa. The main character is Lanzer Hawkins who has a lot of history from his two important generations in Japan. Prologue Lanzer sat down and took out a second cigarette at the Benbow Inn watching GPX races from Earth and waiting for his order of coffee and cheesecake. Lanzer’s favorite team was the Tokyo Kamikaze. The slim but attractive waitress gave Lanzer the cheesecake. “Thank you he told her. As Lanzer put his unfinished cigarette on an ashtray a kid in a blue jumpsuit and ratty converses appeared in front of him. “Watcha doin’” the kid asked. His voice sounded like a high pitched eight year-old. “Eating,” Lanzer replied with. “Leave me alone.” “My name is Obin.” “Go away.” “You like the GPX?” “No.” The conversation kept rolling on with Lanzer answering Obin’s questions with a yes or no. When Lanzer was finished with his meal he gave Obin an undisclosed amount of money. “Wow!” Obin exclaimed. “Thanks Mister!” Lanzer replied with, “No problem, kid.” The Inn went silent when they heard big shiny boots clumping on the oak floor. These were the boots of a Britannia Officer. The Britannia Army and Navy raised their soldiers to be ruthless and unforgiving. They are able to win any boxing match or bar fight. Officers wear camouflage pants and a black hood jacket when off-duty. This officer wasn't off duty. He was a Ensign a second to last ranked in the Army and Navy. When the officer walked in Lanzer’s direction a cold chill of fear ran down Obin’s spine. He panicked and reached for Lanzer’s plasma pistol in his holster and pointed at the officer. “Get down on your knees!” Obin yelled. “Make one move and you’ll be a quadriplegic!” The officer made a quick reach for his gun but he was too late. A bang went off and the officer went down. He screamed in pain. There was a wound on his shin. It was coated in a green substance. Plasma was lethal. The way the wound looked it look he would die in two hours. Obin pulled wads of cash from Lanzer’s pocket and ran off into the darkness. The ensign limped to Lanzer and asked, “Do you know who that was?” “No,” Lanzer replied. “He was Obin: robber of the cosmic seas.