I glare at her, anger building up in me. The last time I was this mad was....Ok, well it was only last week at the pub. The owner's boy was bugging me, so I punched him. "I didn't ask to be dragged onto this bloody ship, so stop telling me what to do!" I screamed at her. I saw her eyes spark as she slapped me across the face. I stood there, still as a statue, breathing heavily. Slowly, I turned and walked to the edge of the ship. I looked down into the water. There weren't any sharks around here, I was a good swimmer, and it was still summer, meaning the water shouldn't be too cold. I started to take of my skirt, revealing the ruffled black shorts underneath. I didn't care what those damn pirates saw. I just wanted to get off the ship.
I climbed so I was standing on the railing of the ship, looking down at the blue-green water. Just I was about to jump off, someone tugged me back onto deck by the back of my shirt. Not looking at who it was, I kicked out and pushed away, launching myself off the side. I gasped at the closeness of the side of the ship, then sucked a breath in as I hit the water. All the air I had sucked in was immediately smashed from my lungs as the cold impact took hold of my body. 'You where wrong about the water not being cold,' I chided myself. I struggled and kicked to the top of the waves and floated there, getting my bearings. Once I could breathe again I looked up to see at least half the crew looking at down at me, shock plain on their faces. And so I did the only thing to do.
I laughed my ass off in that freezing cold ocean, looking up at those damn pirates.
