Past Pirate Ship

The silence of the night engulfed me as I was running for my life throughout the dark, gloomy halls of the museum. The only thing that could be heard is the sound of my swift footsteps followed by my pursuers.
Losing them seemed like a task I could not fulfil. Every corner there was one waiting at the end of the hall, blocking me from going further.
I was running for what seemed like hours when I came to a stop at the main attraction of the museum. The famous pirate ship, The Black Swan, with its beautiful masts standing high and proud. I couldn't help but stare at it in awe, but my admiration was cut short when the footsteps of my chasers neared. I had nowhere else to go, except aboard the ship.