A Pirate's Life for Me: Part One
The blue Kougra sat on her bed playing with her with her
two favorite plastic pirate action figures. Dressed in her old pirate costume,
she sat humming a pirate-ish song that she heard at the concert hall in Tyrannia.
She pretended that her figurines were engaged in a fierce fight to the death.
The famed pirated Kalitan was just about to finish off the evil Sniptail the Plunderer
when the Kougra heard her owner calling her from downstairs.
"Dani! Get your furry hind end down here right
Dani rushed out of her room, tossing her pirates
carelessly on the bed behind her. Running frantically down the stairs, she collided
head-on with her owner, Ysabel. She and Ysabel went crashing to floor in a heap
of squiggling arms and tail.
"Uggh, sorry Ysabel," said Dani clambering to
"Dani, how many times do I have to tell you
to walk down the stairs?" Ysabel hissed through clenched teeth.
"Sorry, it won't happen again," said Dani averting
her eyes to some other point in the room besides Ysabel's face.
"Yeah, let's hope that's true, for your own
sake. Now come sit down and eat lunch. You've been up there all day," Ysabel
turned to walk into the kitchen, but stopped in her tracks and turned around
to face Dani, "But before you do, please take off those clothes."
Dani had completely forgotten that she was still
in her pirate costume. She walked back up the stairs to change, even though
she really wasn't hungry. Besides, her pirates weren't done fighting with each
* * * *
The next morning Dani stumbled out of bed to
the breakfast table. Already waiting there was her brother, Fion (pronounced
Fin), a green Lupe. He sat there eating, tapping his foot to some imaginary
tune going through his head. She sat down in the chair across the table from
his, and put her head down on the hard surface.
"Slept in a little late, Danster," he said to
her with a mouthful of cereal.
"Yeah, well I don't see you dressed," Dani remarked
back to him without lifting up her head.
"Hehe. That's because you've got you're head
on the table!" Fion snorted. Dani got up and walked back into her room without
The whole night she had dreamed of becoming
a pirate, and running away to Krawk Island, never returning to Mystery Island,
where she was constantly being held back from her dreams. She wanted to be a
pirate, and she wouldn't rest until she at least got to Krawk Island.
While she was looking through her clothes, she
found Moose, her Faellie, buried in a pile of blankets sleeping. She gingerly
picked up the little brown petpet and placed him, still sleeping, on her pillow.
He opened one eye, blinked at her, yawned, and then closed his eye again. If
only I could afford to paint you pirate, thought Dani sulkily. She picked
out a pare of black jeans and a purple shirt with a skull and cross bones on
it. It was her favorite shirt. On the back of it, it said "Dead men tell no
tales". She put on her blue flip-flops, tied her long brunette hair back, and
moseyed back to the kitchen.
Fion and Ysabel were now out of the room, most
likely getting dressed themselves. She sat down at the table, closed her eyes,
and imagined she was rocking back and forth on the beautiful white-capped waves
in a grand old ship along with her messmates. Suddenly, her eyes shot open.
She dashed frantically around the house in search of Ysabel. She ran through
each of the rooms, but all she found was a still undressed Fion lying on his
bed reading a magazine and listening to his music. Lastly, she checked the backyard,
finding Ysabel digging in the garden, placing a newly sprouted White Lulu in
the place of an old one.
"Ysabel, I'm going on a walk around the beach,"
"Alright," said Ysabel, not even looking up
from her work, "but I know what you're going to do."
"Yeah, what's that?"
"You're going to spend the whole time daydreaming
about pirate-ish things."
"Well, maybe that's all I have to do."
Dani stormed back into the kitchen and slid
the screen door shut with a rather awakening thud.
"I swear, sometimes that Ysabel gets on my nerves
so bad I wish I could, could, UGGH!" Dani hissed, making twisting motions with
her paws as if she had Ysabel trapped in her deadly grip. She slammed the front
door behind her and walked across the warm sand with her arms folded.
Once on the beach, she let her hair down, allowing
it to blow around her face in the wind. She closed her eyes once again, imagining
running away to Krawk Island. No matter what, she had to get there. It wasn't
up to Ysabel to decide her future for her. Unexpectedly, something clicked on
inside of Dani's head, and she got up, running to the boat rental shack. She
slammed her hand down on the counter to get the oblivious desk clerk's attention.
With a start, the Jubjub looked at Dani from behind a magazine.
"Welcome to The Boat Rental Shack. How may I
help you today?" he said with a completely vacant stare.
"Whoa there buddy, hold back on the enthusiasm,
will ya?" Dani grinned and slapped fifty Neopoints down on the desk, "Yeah,
anyway, I want to rent a boat, preferably one of your non-cruddy ones, please."
The JubJub took the Neopoints while glaring
devilishly at Dani, who simply grinned.
"Alright," he said, "your boat number is P-11.
Take it or leave it."
"Thank you, kind sir!" Dani whirled around and
walked out the door.
She found the boat easily, climbed in, started
the motor, and she was off. Although it took her roughly five minutes to get
the engine to actually start. Her heart was racing with excitement, shame, and
fear. She was finally chasing her dream. She could care less what Ysabel and
Fion thought. She was running away. Running away to Krawk Island.
* * * * *
It was the middle of the night when Dani woke
up. She had dozed off after a long while of riding in the cramped little skiff.
At first her heart raced, as she was afraid that she might have gotten off course
while she was sleeping. She got out her small metal compass that she always
kept with her, and to her relief she was still traveling in a southerly direction.
She placed the compass back in her pocket. Looking back up toward the bow, her
eyes widened. Before her was a dark landform, looming overhead like a bad omen.
This was Krawk Island. Dani slowed the boat, and it was now subject to the waves.
It began raining heavily as the small motorboat drifted slowly toward the island,
getting closer by the second. Eventually the vessel beached itself on the sand.
Dani was soaked to the bone with rain water, as it was now raining harder than
Dani was now freezing cold, and she climbed
out of the boat, seeking shelter. The rain slackened after a few more minutes,
clearing Dani's view of the island. There was an old weathered, half-sunken
derelict on the shoreline; aptly named The Sunken Angel. She walked over to
the wrecked ship and sat down in the midst of it so she was protected from the
rain. Dani froze when she saw a ghastly figure walk slowly around the old ship.
she got up and began walking around trying to find the figure, moving as quietly
and slowly as possible so as not to frighten whatever was tramping about. She
placed a wary paw on the decaying wood. As she walked around the old ship, she
constantly eyed the ground before she took another step. She was scared out
of her wits, but she continued to thoroughly search the old boat.
It was obviously a very nice ship (at least
it used to be). Some of the rooms were still recognizable. There were shredded
curtains hanging from a window. There was also an old draggled couch in one
corner, and a table that looked like it had been next to the couch at one time
was knocked over on it's side. Next to that was an old wooden chess board, with
the pieces scattered randomly around the room.
She heard the wood crumble and creek all around
her and whirled around in surprise. Her heart was racing. Water sloshed from
what sounded like someone walking through it.
She looked the area over, and after seeing nothing,
she continued searching the boat. Without warning, someone grabbed her from
behind, covering her mouth with a soggy paw. She felt warm breath on her neck
and wet fur against her face. A knife pressed against her throat. A voice hoarsely
whispered, "Don't move, lest ye die."
To be continued...