Captain:
Clare Davies whistled with her fingers, and then shouted, "Everyone to the deck! Now!"
It was time for the nightly meeting in which she would also be combining a fighting practice. Learning to fight in the dark meant they would have to have sharper reflexes. And reflexes that weren't sharp got you killed. It was something Clare had learned from her father, even though she hated to admit he had taught her anything. Her father was a different type of pirate then she was...
He had to be defeated.
Clare sighed heavily and waited for her crew to run to the deck where she'd just ordered them to come. By her side was a large wooden bucket that reached the height of Clare's waist; it was inside this bucket that all of the new swords stood, waiting to be gripped for the very first time.
The crew was soon standing in front of her, waiting.
"Good job today," Clare nodded to each one of them, minus the cook, who nibbled at her finger nails but had cold eyes for Clare. Hah, she'd better know that Clare's bad side was one of the worst places on Earth.
"I have some news this evening," Clare continued.
Everyone's faces froze.
