The shade slew the last sailor.
Only the captain and I remained. And I, no pirate, but a priest disguised.

Atop the treasure sat a jeweled cross.
The ghoul reached out a finger.
I took the cross. Prayed. The wraith vanished.
Cold steel slid between my ribs.
“Bloody hate priests.”

Still loving these fifty word stories thanks to @jayna’s and her amazing fifty word story challenge. This time the prompt was “shade.”  I did five different drafts for this one and also wrote 700 words of a longer version which I have yet to complete.  Big thanks to @Bex-dk and @damianjayclay for the edits.