Sally Salmon was a pirate. She had been sailing the vast ocean for years now. She knew every corner of her world and had met everyone on the islands she had visited. She was a likeable person and would talk for hours if you'd let her. Her reddish-brown hair never stayed in place, always flopping over her eye, and her oddly fin-shaped ears were always occupied, whether that be from listening to her portable radio, or appreciating the sound of the waves overlapping in the water as she sailed along the majestic blue ocean, her eyes sparkling at every turn as the sea-foam sprayed her face like freckles. Sally was always carefree, after all, there was not much to care about. Sure, she loved her ship and the people she'd met, but she sought adventure, and settling down was not her idea of fun.
Sally was sitting at the bow of her ship, admiring the view of the ocean, her long silky hair flowing in the gentle breeze. True, there was not much to see, but Sally thought it was beautiful, and truth be told, she could stare at it for hours. Her hands, which were adorned with gold rings and bracelets from all of the different countries and islands she'd visited, were gripped onto the smooth wood of the ship, either side of her hips, while her legs dangled precariously over the edge, swaying back and forth as she thought of how lucky she was to be able to live this life at sea. Sally sat there for a while, letting the wind pick up her hair and toss it about, before swinging her legs back over onto the ship and lowering herself down onto the cold wood floor. She was wearing a white blouse with a black corset, and brown baggy trousers which were obviously too big for her. She had a dark brown blazer carefully placed overtop and she was not wearing shoes or socks as she saw no need to. It was only her on her ship, so she could do as she pleased. Her neck was decorated with a pearl necklace, with tiny golden flowers in between the pearls. A dark brown pirate hat with mint green accents adorned her head, completed with a white lily flower tucked into one of the side folds. She had a belt which carried her sword and a few potions around her waist, and an emerald earring in her left ear.
Sally took her map out of her pocket and examined it carefully, tracing her finger along the dotted line she was supposed to follow. She was almost certain she was going the right way, but she thought it wouldn't hurt just to check. She paced up and down the length of her ship, a habit of hers. She tucked her map into the small pocket on her blouse and made her way over to the sail and started climbing up the ropes towards the crow's nest. She took out her telescope and hoisted herself up by her arms. With one hand clutched onto the ropes, and the other over her eyes to shield them from the sun's rays, she leant out towards the sea and looked through the telescope. Sally scanned the vast ocean for signs of land until out of the corner of her eye she saw a small green dot on the horizon. She immediately knew this was an island, so she jumped down from the edge of the crow's nest and landed with a thud. She ran up to the steering wheel and set course for the island. Sally estimated that it would take at least a week to get to it, but she was prepared as she had lots of food and spare supplies. She took the map out of her pocket once more and looked at it, then back up at the island. She confirmed that this was the island that she had been searching for. Dream SMP Island.
She was just about to place the map back into her pocket, when, without warning, an enormous gust of wind rocked her ship, almost sweeping her off of her feet and into the ocean. After about a 2 minutes, the wind died down, and Sally looked back at the map in her hand. Or rather, she would have been looking at the map, if only it had been there. Instead, to her dismay, she was staring at her empty hand, the map nowhere in sight. Sally looked around frantically for her map, but had no luck. It was probably long gone into the blue depths below. Sally tried to make light of the situation by reminding herself that at least it was her map that was plunged into the water, and not her. Suddenly, a deafening screeching noise rendered into Sally's ears. She sharply turned around to see another ship rapidly approaching hers, someone there must be blowing a whistle. Sally reluctantly drew her sword and prepared herself for a fight,
When the rival ship drew near enough, Sally could make out the faint silhouettes of 4 people. One of the four was obviously the captain, as they had a large captain's hat situated on top of their head. When the ships were close enough, the captain leaped forward and landed on Sally's boat. Sally raised her sword at her opponent.
"Why are you here and what do you want, may I ask?" She asked cautiously, careful not to stutter despite her fear.
"I think you dropped something, ma'am. I came to deliver it back to you." The figure spoke. Sally still could not see them properly because of the sun's glare.
"And who might you be?"
"Puffy. Captain Puffy. You dropped your map!"
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The Tale of Sally the Salmon
FanfictionSally was a pirate. Sailing gave her joy and she was never far from water, that's how she earned the nickname of Sally the Salmon. But one day, she discovers an island she hasn't seen before. Little did she know that she wasn't the only one on that...
