The warm Caribbean air blasted into the Ana Lucia's sails. The bright, clear, teal water glistened below her. It was hot, but not unbearably so. Captain Skipper gazed across Mushu, the figure head. As far as he could tell the weather was clear, the sky was safe. However any good captain knows that the weather can change in the blink of an eye. For example, there was an asteroid landing advisory on the news that morning. The Ana Lucia is not your ordinary pirate ship; she is a flying tri-masted sloop, propelled by magic. Her mission is to fly to the hidden island of Guanafooshinee(Gua-na-foo-shi-nee). The ghost of Skip's, too-many-greats-to-count grandfather, the self-proclaimed, amazing, great, terrific pirate, Captain Fredric, is guiding them to the grand treasure he buried so many centuries ago.
"One of these days, you're going to fall off if you keep sitting up there." The captain was perched on Mushu's neck, which happened to hang over the water hundreds of meters below. Skip looked over to see Serena, the ship's navigator/look out. She had an easy grin decorating her face.
"By the way, Danny's freaking out because a couple of flying fish hit him in the face and Fia's trying to catch one for dinner. Let's hope she doesn't start something on fire this time," Serena said, seriously concerned of whether or not the engineer would burn down the whole ship.
"I've never fallen off before. Besides even if I had, I know you would save me," Skip said with a smirk and motioned for Serena to come closer to him.
"You have too much faith in me, Ian," she smiled, "and I can't go over there! I have no balance I would fall and drown."
"No you wouldn't you're a water bender. It would just be ironic if you did," Skip said as he hopped on to the deck. Serena and Skip strode over to the galley where Fia's blue fire bending was threatening the survival of all wood on the ship, which was basically everything.
"Should we stop her?" Serena questioned
"If she sets anything on fire, you can put it out," Skip said
"Yeah, but I'm not even supposed to be down here. I should be up there," she gestured to the crow's nest.
"But I prefer you down here so much more," he said with his best pouty face.
"Yeah I know," she said, "but if I don't do my job, we'll never beat the Jolly Roger!" The Jolly Roger was the Ana Lucia's rival ship looking to steal Captain Fredric's grand treasure. Skip sighed and said,
"Fine I'll stop the crazed fire monster this time, but you owe me," he added playfully. And with that he stepped into the galley. The dining room was in chaos. About three or four flying fish where circling the room as Fia chased them shouting with a wrench in one hand and a blaze of cobalt flames in the other. Danny was in the corner with a broom swatting at the fish as they floated past. Russell was sleeping peacefully at
the large rectangular maple table in the middle of the room, his duel swords dangling from his hip.
"Maybe you should try using something more practical," Skip remarked as he grabbed a knife and stabbed a fish in the side. He held up the knife, "Much more effective than a broom or a wrench."
"Shut! Up! It's all I had on hand and I didn't want to damage the flesh; it's very delicate meat!" Fia yelled, her usual short tempered self. Danny sighed in the corner as if something that was going to kill him had just lost its way.
Danny was the low-man-on-the-totem pole, but he wasn't treated much differently. He simply had no other talents besides air bending and maybe assistant engineer.
Russell sat up groggily.
"Hey!" he shouted as Fluffy, the ship's pet dragon, jumped down from the rafters on to the back of his head; he was extremely afraid of fish if any kind. The little dragon squeaked and flew down to the slick wood floor.
"Dang it, Fluffy!" Russell grumbled, rubbing his face, searching for splinters from the recent impact with the wood table. Fia grabbed the knife from Skip's hand and walked to the counter where an array of frying pans, knives, and other kitchen utensils lay. On her way, she smacked the back of Russell's head with her free hand.
"It's your own darn fault, stupid! You should sleep in your bed not on the table!" Fia snapped at him.
"But my room's so far away," he whined teasingly, deliberately making Fia angrier.
"Russell, get outta here! I don't want anybody burning to death," Skip ordered as Fia glared intensely at Russell from her nest of hot, heavy and sharp objects.