Go on, Indigo Livingston told herself. Now is not the time to be afraid; it's the time to be courageous.
The redhead took a huge gulp of air and put one foot in front of the other. After several steps, she opened her eyes and looked around. "I did it," she whispered in shock. "I did it!"
Indigo Livingston grinned in celebration. She couldn't help it; from her long, fiery hair to her dark brown eyes to her slightly freckled skin, she just was not your average, lady-like young woman. And the task she had just accomplished which brought her so much joy was not completing a sewing kit or purchasing a new dress. In fact, this mission which Indigo had been planning for weeks was quite the opposite. She had just broken on to an infamous galleon: The Black Pearl.
Right as Indigo began her miniature celebration, she heard footsteps and ducked into the captain's quarters. In the dark green room, there were two options for hiding: One, the obvious hiding under the table; and two, hiding under the barnacle-encrusted corner desk.
Indigo chose the latter. As she tried to breathe quietly, a familiar voice arose outside.
"Why is the rum always gone?"