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By Sara Harricharan
02/10/11
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Pirates!

I bounced into my bedroom and directly onto the center of my bed. The satisfying squishiness wrapped around me as I rolled over to grab the book on the edge of my dresser.

The mystery had just taken a most delicious twist—one that had left me cackling through the science lab in fourth period. It was painful to leave the book long enough to go to school—though thankfully, it was still where I’d left in amidst my chaotic clutter.

Fanning the pages to find my ribbon bookmark, I grabbed a pillow for support, propping myself up on one elbow to continue the adventure. I wanted to know what Pirate Jenny Mackrelle would do and how she’d beat the evil Pirate Zeg-Leg who’d taken her and her crewmates prisoner.

My cellphone chirped in my purse, reminding me that my social life wanted some attention. I contemplated throwing my pillow at it when the phone chirped again. Jamming the bookmark back in place, I rolled across the bed to snag my purse from the ground. Hopefully the book wouldn’t spontaneously combust in the few seconds I took to check my texts.

It didn’t.

I almost did.

“Ugh. Why can’t you ask me later—when I’m done reading?” I rolled my eyes. Snapping the cellphone shut, I slid off the bed and hurried to my computer desk. Turning on the computer, I rummaged through my clutter to find the spindle of blank DVD’s. Placing that beside the monitor, I paused to click through dialog boxes for necessary software updates.

This could take longer than I’d thought.

Leaning over the desk chair handle, I swiped the book from the bed and flipped through the pages. Finding the spot I wanted, I settled into the chair, already feeling the excitement rushing to my head.

It was a tingling, giddy sort of feeling.

I chewed a fingernail.

“You’ll never take us alive.” Pirate Jenny declared.

Pirate Zeg-Leg’s greasy face twisted into a grotesque smirk. “Then there won’t be a problem. Ha—women pirates—who’d ever believe such a thing?”

I sat up straight in my chair. “Zeg, you meanie!” I stuck my tongue out. “Women can be pirates if they wanted to—read a history book.” I turned the page.

“Don’t be a fool. I am no less of a pirate because I am a woman.” Pirate Jenny drew her weathered sword. “Say that line again and I’ll have you taste the edge of this blade.”

“P’rhaps you be deaf.” Pirate Zeg-Leg roared. “But you won’t be alive to hear it again. Charge!”

“Eat your words.” Pirate Jenny screamed. “Charge!”

“Way to go, Jenny!” I spun in a circle in my chair. The computer chimed and I swiveled back to check the screen. “Finished?” I stabbed at the keyboard.

My cellphone chimed again and I reluctantly set the book down. Checking the phone, I reached for the CD wallet tucked near the speaker set to check the stored movies. “Don’t have that one yet.” I muttered, removing the first request from the plastic sleeve and placing it in the proper drive.

A twinge of guilt registered as I drew out a blank DVD and slipped it into the second drive. The kind of guilt I didn’t want to acknowledge. The program on screen booted up within seconds and I clicked through the options to copy the movie.

The cellphone chimed again and I had to take a moment to text back.

“I should seriously charge an interruption fee or something.” I settled back in the chair again, reaching for the book. “If I was a pirate, I’d have-well, duh! Change of the times and all that.” I smiled at the book. “I’m just as much of a pirate as you guys, ‘cept for now things are like, way better. We have everything, plus chocolate.” I smirked. “That era was a long time ago, in today’s day and age, it’s all digital, baby.”

The twinge in the back of my head registered for a moment longer. I tried to ignore it—again.

It didn’t work.

Instead, I saw Pirate Jenny’s cheerful face. A good pirate, not a bad one.

I stared at the screen for a moment then cancelled the queue. At least for today, I would be a good pirate. My cellphone chimed again and this time, I turned it off as I rose from the chair, book in hand.

Flopping onto the bed, I melted back into my own little world.

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