“Have you ever smelled air so sweet, First Mate Kate?”
“No, ma’am, Captain, ma’am.”
Kate grinned at her friend. Side by side they stood in the prow, looking out over a hilly, green ocean. Blue skies and a bright sun shone down on them. It was the perfect day: near the end of the school year, the kind of hot that shouted that summer was coming, and a Saturday.
“Are those seagulls?” Kate asked, pointing.
Captain Jewel squinted at the sky. A flock of three small gray birds with striped wings were chasing a big black bird across the sky. The big bird squawked and screamed as the little ones dove at it with their sharp beaks and claws, screeching. The birds went swooping over their heads. Captain Jewel laughed her pirate laugh as she followed the bird with her eyes. “Arr-harr-harr, I think ye be right, First Mate Kate. Three gulls and a sea raven!”
The girls both laughed. Neither knew what a sea raven was. It was an animal they’d found mentioned in a book. They only knew that a raven looked like a crow.
A bark signaled the approach of a dolphin.
“Good luck!” Captain Jewel grinned, pointing at the dolphin.
The black animal darted into the shadow of the boat and out again into the sunshine ahead of the prow, chasing a little gray fish. The fish chittered as it ran from the barking dolphin.
“Thought you might need it.” Mrs. Carmichael, the owner of the port’s tavern was standing in her tavern doorway. “And Sirius needs the run. Where are you little pirates headed today?”
Kate and Jewel looked at one another.
“Somewhere warm,” Kate said.
“With buried treasure,” Jewel added. “Cursed buried treasure.”
Mrs. Carmichael thought then pointed out to sea. “There’s an island I know of in the Caribbean. Mind those storms.”
“What storms?” Captain Jewel waved a hand at the blue sky.
Mrs. Carmichael frowned, looking up at the sky again. “Don’t put your trust in your eyes. See with your heart. Feel that storm? Hear that faint rumble of thunder in the distance?”
Kate, grinning, said to Captain Jewel, “You know, I think she’s right. I think I feel it. This ride is much too smooth. There should be a storm.”
“Arr,” Captain Jewel groaned, defeated, “perhaps ye be right.” She quickly brightened and bellowed, “Batten down the hatches, First Mate Kate!”
“Aye-aye, Captain!” Kate hurried to check the ties on their paisley cotton sails.
Jewel ran back to the wheel and grabbed hold. “There’s a storm a-brewing! A mighty powerful one. Like to knock us off our course. Like to tear the sails. Maybe we’ll lose the mast.”
“Think that marooned sailor over there will need our help?” Kate asked, pointing towards the sailor. He was baking in the sun, his tongue hanging out, wearing a heavy black coat of sealskin. He grinned up at the girls and barked.
“Aye,” Captain Kate said. “That was a call for help!”
“You girls just be sure to be back at port by dinner,” Mrs. Carmichael called, waving as she disappeared inside the tavern.
“We will,” Captain Jewel and First Mate Kate chorused
What a crazy random happenstance (or I think the thief lord decides our partners in crime by chance). This first line was stolen by Kate Kearney, whose first line I stole. The story that she wrote off of my line can be found here.
All legal theft posts will be linked to by our thief lord here.
Sorry I’m a few minutes late in posting this one, all.