Disclaimer: I'm borrowing without permission from the big cheese or rather the big mouse. This started out as an assignment for Creative Writing and I expanded it.

Points of View

3rd Person

Messy hair, bare feet, wrinkled clothes, unpolished shoes, they could only be one thing. Boys. One had red hair and was just a few inches taller than his friend-just enough for him to brag about it. The other had dark hair and a hat with one ruffled feather. The tall one was Oliver and the hatted one was Charlie.

Charlie and Oliver were sitting in the sand, faces leaned on elbows propped up on their knees, just out of the water's reach, chucking sea shells and rocks at the sea when Jonathan Green plopped himself next to them happily saying:"Good morning! What are we doing today?"

Charlie groaned and silently exchanged a look with Oliver that probably meant,"It's HIM again."Oliver closed his eyes mentally trying to make Jon go away. You do not like us. You want to go home and play with the seagulls or eat an apple pie... He opened his eyes, hoping, and looked at the spot of sand where Jon was beaming. Nope, still here. Oliver fell backwards in frustration.

Charlie turned to Jon feeling that ignoring him really wasn't making much of a difference, " 'We' aren't doing -WHAT-is on your head?"

It was a hat. Or at least that was what Jon tried to tell them. "Oh, this? It's my new-"

"Sea gull?" said Charlie staring at it in amusement.

1st Person: Charlie

There he was at it again. Sitting himself next to us like we'd say he could. How did he keep finding us anyhow? It's scary really.We didn't even know where we were! That's why we had stopped and seeing as how lately we missed the Black Pearl we sat down and thought on it. What? Oh, yeah. "We" as in Ollie and me. Who? Oh...right. "He" is that Jon we was talking about earlier when we told ya 'bout our first pirate meeting. You remember that? What? Story! Aye! Um...beach! So that day he showed up wearing a hat with big feathers.It looked like a stuffed chicken was sitting on his head. I couldn't resist telling him.

Oliver

I didn't want to, but I couldn't help it. It was hilarious. It had feathers sticking out of it every which way and the hat slid over his eyes so-so-he was an eyeless chicken-head person! Charlie thought so too.

"Oy, Jon you better put it away before it lays an egg!" That did it. I couldn't say another word without laughing, "It's-it's-too-much! I'm gonna die!"

"Ah, Ollie you can't do that! Put it away, Jon! He's gonna giggle to his grave," insisted Charlie.

Jon

What were they laughing at? Ms. Naran had given it to me. I rather liked my hat. It had feathers like those fancy, well-to-do, respectable merchant ship owners had. I looked distinguished. It just goes to show some people have no taste. It was a bit big for me though, it kept falling over my eyes.

"You two are just jealous no one gives you hats with the highest quality feathers!"I said proud of my hat. I smiled and added, "Ms. Naran gave it to me."

"Ch-chickens!" blurted Oliver rolling in the sand, laughing like a what-not. I didn't know what he was doing.

"Ollie has hit it on the head-it probably a nest of chickens on your head." Said Charlie.

Ha! I didn't care really, those words came from the person who thought "eleventy-two" was a number and that apples were worthy of worship.