Daisy's Writing

A Pirate’s Life for me

“Anchors away!” the pirate with the rotten teeth shouted as the anchor arose from the depths of sea below it. Miraculously, it had caught from a rock sticking out from the mainland they were sailing away from! A girl heard that call while leaning against the wall in the mainland. She raced for the dock only to see her worst fear in front of her heartbroken and scared eyes. Pulling her curly hair into a dirty and torn bandanna, her eyes closed fiercely, as she saw it. She, too, was a pirate. And, without her ship, she was nothing. That was all she ever learned.
She had a name. Fern. Pirates, though, never would have named her that when they has first found her swept our by the Tsunami. It was the note, saying simply “Fern” that saved the reputation of her name. Once Fern realized that there was no way to get on the ship, she kicked some gravel and decided where she would be staying during that cold January night. She ran down the cobble-stone roads, searching for at least one place that would accept her. She finally gave up and ran up to a tree and made a tipi-styled house. The next morning, she went to the nearest store, and paid a one dollar and five cents for a pack of food and a thermos of ice-cold seltzer water. She then went back to the fort to find a servant crying. Her head sulked. Her knees trembled. Since this was the country, a very scarce place to find the real peace and quiet, Fern decided to comfort the so-called servant “You know, I am lost, too, and maybe you can accompany me on a quest to live in a place where no human being has ever ventured,” said Fern. By the way, the servant girl has black hair—straight as a pin—and eyes that could hypnotize you. “That would be nice mam,” began the servant girl. But Fern sternly stated before she could finish: “Call me Fern, please.”
“So, what is your name?” asked Fern.
“Sarah,” replied the girl timidly.
After Fern has shared some food with Sarah, they decided they would set off the next day. One more night in the beloved town wouldn’t hurt. As they watched a shooting star cross the deep, dark night, they seemed to form a loose bond. The next morning, they bought six oranges from the village market to make fresh orange juice. They then stole some nuts from a squirrel, which seemed to have enough for the winter any how.
“Packaged, sir!” Sarah called out. She had taken her sleeve and ripped it to repair Fern’s bandana. She did this to make it suitable to carry food in. Fern heartily picked up the old bandana, surprised at what a good job Sarah had done.
Now what shall we do for a horse, Fern wondered. Thoughts were raging like fire and then the light bulb flicked on.
“Sarah, get me twenty dollars!” Fern cried.
“OK,” Sarah replied eagerly, for she knew that Fern was definitely on to something.
“Now, go rent a horse from farmer O’Dell,” Fern further urged to Sarah.
Fern knew this farmer O’Dell because he had provided fresh eggs to her old home, the ship.
Once they had the horse, they rode off into the horizon for miles. When they got to the edge of the town, there was an enormous white cliff. Fern took the horse’s lead rope, tying it to a skinny branch, for she was certain that the cliff was hollow. She slid down the lead rope, keeping her balance, until, finally, she came to a little opening. She found a fossilized rock and threw it as hard as she could at the hollow cliff. The cliff burst open wondrously. The opened cliff revealed an open cave, a place that would certainly serve as a perfect human dwelling, Fern thought. Fern then called Sarah down. For this was the very place that a human had never been to. And this was the place that Fern and Sarah would call there new home. On land—far from the vast sea.