Author's Note: this is a response to the Broken Compass challenge Plunder.
Ten skinny fingers spidered around the galley door, followed quickly by ten more. Next, two pairs of dark eyes, long lashed and bright. The eyes turned cautiously, looking about, then met in the explosion of tiny, white teeth. The cook's back was turned—the galley was theirs!
11 year old Elizabeth Schwan darted around the door frame, her dainty, silk slippered feet padding quickly across the slimy floor, Will Turner's pattering footfalls right behind hers, a steadying hand on the small of her back. Small fingers clutched at biscuits and apples, and the roars of the cook were the only wake of their ambush.
Hidden under the stairwell, they shared their treasures in secret, crunching into ripe, red apples and devouring every last evidence of their pillaging, sweet juice running down freckled faces and fingers, sticky and delicious in the afternoon heat.