“Put yer backs into it ye landlubbers!”
“Aye,” I muttered under my breath, unfurling the smeared, dirty cream sails. I dropped from the rigging, and the crew assembled around the Captain.
“Alri’ht, me scallywags, I’d like ye all to welcome youn’ Flynn aboard our Furner, savvy?”
“Aye, aye!” The reply came in unison. A boy about my age, with tanned skin and black hair, stepped around the Captain.
“Ahoy there,” He said, a cheeky smile dancing across his lips.
“Ahoy,” Only a few people responded, the rest eyeing him warily. He looked arrogant, a smirk fixed on his face. I snuck along the edges of the group, and stopped when I was next to Grace. She turned to me and smiled. She was 16, a year older than me, but we’d become firm friends, besides, we were the only girls on board. She had long blonde hair she tied in a pony-tail, and hazel eyes. She was the ships cook, and liked by all the crew. She told the most amazing stories, and could dazzle even the stoniest of pirates. I, on the other hand, had short brown hair, and I had blue eyes that seemed to change colour depending on the environment.
“But why is he here?” The whispers spread amongst the small crew like wildfire.
“Now, Flynn ‘ere be on this ship because ‘e ran away from ‘ome, an’ as been lookin’ to sail the seven seas ever since. And that,” The Captain’s voice was as cold as ice, but calm and collected, “Be why ‘e is ‘ere, and ye make no mistakin’ ‘o tha’ fact, savvy?”
The crew nodded solemly. Flynn caught sight of us.
“What be these Wenches aboard our ship?” He asked. The crew fell instantly silent.
“Shiver me timbers,” One member of the crew whispered, as I blushed red with anger.
“How dare ye?” I yelled, storming towards him, “Ye scurvy bilge rat! Ye bilge rat deserves the black spot! Arrr! To see you to Davy Jones’ Locker-!”
“Avast ye! Belay that landlubber talk!” The Captain barked. Grace layed a calming hand on my arm. “Grace be t’ best cook the seven seas has ever seen, and this youn’ lass be one of our best crew members, so ye best be watchin’ what ye say, savvy?” Flynn dropped his head.
“Aye, Cap’n,”
“An’ tha’ be why you an’ Tyde be partners. Tyde, you will show Flynn around t’ ship,”
“Arrr! What!? Avast ye! Blow me down!” I shouted in shock. The crew laughed softly at my outrage.
“I dasn’t mind that at all,” Flynn said wickedly. “Come on me lass,”
I scowled and turned on my heel. I heard Flynn follow me.
“Now get t’ work! We be havin’ a feast t’night!”


