The ship rolled though the waves quietly and softly.
The crew was silent and hard at work.
The flag was high in the air waving to the vast empty nothing.
The Captain was at the helm pointing her ship north. She looked up and smiled at the jolly Roger that smiled back at her fro the top of her ship.
Her right hand man Mr. butter(she called him. Only because he was always slipping on the deck during a storm) was whistling softly behind her.
She then told him to take hold of the helm while she looked around.
She climbed up to the roof of her cabin she stood there just looking around.
Then, she spotted it...her enemy.
She pulled out her gun then nodded to Mr. Butter.
He turned the ship toward the other. She watched the sunset in a bright red haze then she fired her gun into the sky, praying she wouldn't lose again.
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