WHY ME?

Chapter 2

 I wake up to a lot of noise downstairs, on the deck. 'Did he arrive already?' I can't help but ask this question. Immediately I put on my hat, make sure I have my necklace on my neck, grab my gun, tuck it to my waist, wear my boots, and then rush down to the deck.

When I reach the crowd, I find it very hard to see anything in the middle of the crowd. Unexpectedly, the fairies around me got excited and had cute smiles all over their faces, 5 of them. Then, purple came to my ear and whispered something I couldn't make out. She then repeated it more clearly.

"Aiden Brooks," she said.

'Aiden.' I echoed.

Then they started singing in their language, all I could catch was my name and that so-called Aiden's name.

Just then someone tapped my shoulder. My reflexes got the best of me and I was going to kick that guy in the face and knock the life out of him with my mysterious power, but he got lucky that my eyes were faster. I lowered my leg and steadied myself and said with a smile, "Ahoy, Mark."
He seemed to struggle with words, "I .... You ... you have to chill down captain Elora. I am just a messenger."
To apologize, I put my hand to my heart and lower my gaze.
"What can I do for you?" I add.
"Well, captain Scar took the new heartie to his office and he wants you there as well," he
informs me.

I nod and take my leave.

When I reach the office I knock at the door and ask for permission to enter. We are ruthless pirates, but we know how to respect each other at least.

As captain scar gives me the approval to come in, I slide open the door quietly and look to see captain Scar wearing a mesmerizing hat. I remember father giving it to him the moment he joined his crew. Along with a coat that looks like it hasn't been worn for years, it looked so tight on the captain, and I suddenly recognize it; it was the first ceremonial coat my father gives him. I am shocked with happiness. When I start taking my forward steps to sit beside the new heartie, I realize that the office was never cleaned since my father left. The same old papers on the floor, the untidy bookshelf, the old map that has been on the wall for no one knows how long, and the handsome picture of my father that took the largest space of the walls. I look at it and hold in tears. His long black beard with the eye patch gave him glory and pride. The suit that he always had on for ceremonies. And his piercing green eyes giving the picture life.