"Will you take that rope? HELLO?"
You sigh. Working on a ship with dozens of filthy sailors around is not fun. "O.K, I'm taking the rope, I'm pulling on the rope, I'm-"
A filthy head with bulging eyes and blackened teeth scowls down at you. Tom just has to harass you; he just has to make you feel awful that you were a girl on a ship. Looking at you upside down, his mussy, blonde-brown hair dangling in front of his pale, weasel-like, pimply face. "Look, Girly, I'm not the one who should put up with your rubbish, but since that incident..." Tom sighs and pulls his head back up. You grimace. Ever since Tom had learned that Jimmy-boy was really a girl who had saved him from the waves, you had both been in debt. You grin. Jimmy-boy also knew that he loved Mary- Sue who lived in England and would have nothing to do with him.
And that's exactly where they were going. England! They were taking some rich archeologist back to Oxford to look at his artifacts, and so far, Tom hadn't spilled the beans. At England however...
Frowning, you loop the rope around a post and walk over to Tom. "Weasel- face, hey, Weasel."
Tom spins around. "What?" he hisses. You grin. It was so easy to annoy Tom.
"Well, Weasel, I'm wondering if when we get to England if the agreement's still going on?"
"What do you mean?" Tom eyes you suspiciously.
"Well," You say, choosing your words carefully, "You might want to be careful. I mean, if you give my identity away..."
"Yes?"
"I might tell Mary-Poo about her Secret Admirer-"
"You @!#$@$#%!" Tom snapped. He jumped on me, pounding every part of
You sigh. Working on a ship with dozens of filthy sailors around is not fun. "O.K, I'm taking the rope, I'm pulling on the rope, I'm-"
A filthy head with bulging eyes and blackened teeth scowls down at you. Tom just has to harass you; he just has to make you feel awful that you were a girl on a ship. Looking at you upside down, his mussy, blonde-brown hair dangling in front of his pale, weasel-like, pimply face. "Look, Girly, I'm not the one who should put up with your rubbish, but since that incident..." Tom sighs and pulls his head back up. You grimace. Ever since Tom had learned that Jimmy-boy was really a girl who had saved him from the waves, you had both been in debt. You grin. Jimmy-boy also knew that he loved Mary- Sue who lived in England and would have nothing to do with him.
And that's exactly where they were going. England! They were taking some rich archeologist back to Oxford to look at his artifacts, and so far, Tom hadn't spilled the beans. At England however...
Frowning, you loop the rope around a post and walk over to Tom. "Weasel- face, hey, Weasel."
Tom spins around. "What?" he hisses. You grin. It was so easy to annoy Tom.
"Well, Weasel, I'm wondering if when we get to England if the agreement's still going on?"
"What do you mean?" Tom eyes you suspiciously.
"Well," You say, choosing your words carefully, "You might want to be careful. I mean, if you give my identity away..."
"Yes?"
"I might tell Mary-Poo about her Secret Admirer-"
"You @!#$@$#%!" Tom snapped. He jumped on me, pounding every part of