Chapter 4

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THE NEXT DAY

Waking up earlier than usual is terrible, but I was used to it by now. I have my white shirt on, as I use it as a gown. Slide-in my black ripped pants and wear a black corset over my stomach area and a belt over it. I brush my short red hair and tuck it under my customized hat. My father made my hat and designed it with years of collected feathers, a red ribbon that was once my mom's, and the sign of our crew in the side, a red skull with red flames around it. I wear my gauntlets. My last touch is my black cape that has small golden metal pieces on its edges. I tuck my guns in my belt and start moving to wake up my hearties to start training.


Occasionally, I would be nice and just shout out for them to wake up; if my voice is loud enough. But today I decided to be tougher as we will have the training and I want them to be ready as soon as they wake up.
"Wake up you lazy hearties!" I shout my lungs out as I emptied over all their heads a big bucket of water. You are probably asking how when it is 10 times my size? Easy, the cooker, dwarf helpers, fairies, mermaids, and I have been filling it since yesterday. Then we had to put it as high in the ship as we can and when I rip a portion of the rope the water would spill down on them. Smart ha. I wasn't recklessly chosen to be vice- capitana.

They all wake up screaming and standing up in the ready position to fight. When they look up we start laughing as they have realized what just happened. I swing with the rope as I cut it and land down on the deck.
"Now, that you are all up, it is time to start your training. FOR THE RAIDERS OF THE 7 SEAS, HO," I practically say it with a deafening voice that it left my throat sore, but was happy to find that it actually lifted their spirits.
"FOR OUR CREW, THE RAIDERS OF THE 7 SEAS, HO," they all keep screaming with energy while fighting with swords, throwing arrows, and shooting bullets at targets.

As I watch them I get a chance to free up my mind and think.
'Where is that so-called Aiden?' I think.

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