A Dream Come True
Trevor awoke and found himself on a white sandy beach. His clothes shredded and he had no idea how they got that way. Startled, he suddenly found himself surrounded by a group of beautiful native women, but one of them stood out from the others. Her long onyx hair draped over her rum-colored shoulders. She was a phoenix, the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
“Where am I?” he asked.
“You’re on the Isle of Margarita in the Caribbean,” she said.
“Who are you?”
“I am called Leta.”
“Away, away, all of you,” a rough voice shouted. An unshaven disheveled man walked up to Trevor and kicked his foot. “Get up, matey.”
Trevor rose to his feet.”
“Out to the boat,” the pirate said, waving his sword and pointing toward the water.
Leta followed behind them as the men headed toward a boat where three pirates awaiting them.
“Where are we going?” Trevor asked.
“Aye, you’ll find out soon enough.”
They stepped onto the small boat and Trevor looked out to the horizon and saw a much larger ship, a pirate ship.
Drawing his attention back on the beach, he watched his beauty became smaller and smaller while they floated farther away. She waved and he wondered if he’d ever see her again.
Once on the ship, the other pirates gather around Trevor. Their odor alone nearly did him in.
Scurvy Joe stood on a box above them. “All right, maties, it’s time to send this scallywag to Davy Jones’ locker.”
Trevor immediately felt his feet being raised off of the deck as the men took him to the starboard side. He soon found himself at the beginning of a plank stretched out over the ocean. “What the hell?”
Looking at the water and he saw them. Sharks, at least four of them were slicing through the water directly below the board.
“Move!” Scurvy Joe shouted.
Slowly, Trevor inched his way out onto the plank.
“Too slow!” one of the men shouted and kicked the board.
As if in slow motion, Trevor felt himself falling toward the water.
“Mr. Brodie, Mr. Brodie,” a female voice said.
Suddenly, his synapses made connection and he snapped awake.
“Mr. Brodie, you were having a dream,” she said, leaning over him.
Trying to wake up, he started looking around to get his bearings. An airplane, he was on a commercial airplane in first class. A movie played on the screen in front of him, Pirates of the Caribbean.
“I warned you not to drink all of those margaritas. We’ll be landing in Phoenix soon. Please put your seat in the upright position,” the flight attendant said.
He looked at her nametag, Leta. When she stepped back, Trevor gazed up. His phoenix, he had found his phoenix.