My father’s a pirate!
I'd been sitting in the crow's nest on the foremast and enjoying the brilliancy of the glassy ocean when the sky suddenly turned dark and the sea- angrier. The wind blew my hat and I got down to be safer.
"Drop the sails! Wind be turnin' west, hurry!" My father, Captain Frank Morgan screams from the navigation room. I rush over to the other end of the forecastle deck and loosen the rope that held the sails on the foremast.
"If ye don't want to die on ye very first sail on board th' 'Golden Hind II' then rush to main deck, Charles Morgan Jr.."
Only if you'd stop screaming. Ugh! I wanted to stop and talk back, but Henry and Louisa- my elder siblings - have warned me not to do so. Each of their first time was hard, but there's a deadly whirlpool that we're trying to escape in my case. What a lovely day!
As I open every sail, Sir Morgan gets behind...