A little sailor sat at a giant, oak table. His legs dangled over the edge of the chair that was too big for him. He straightened his little white wig and reached over the table.
There was a map set out on the table with little ships placed on top. At one end was the royal navy and at the other were the pirates of the Caribbean.
"Die you pirate scum!" He shouted at his toy ships, knocking down two of the pirate ships.
He advanced his naval ships towards the pirates, flattening his pirate army with his hand. He shoved all the pirate ships onto the floor with a clatter. Everything, but his naval ships had been shoved onto the floor around him. He sat there looking at the mess he had created. He wore a cheeky smile, but it melted off his face as he heard footsteps approaching the door. The door swung open and there stood his mother.
"What are you doing cutler?" she asked.
"I'm playing mother." He replied shyly.
"Well we have to go. You can clear up this mess later."
She held out a hand and he jumped up and walked over to his mother.
"Mother, I want to be a captain one day and fight naughty pirates."
"I'm sure you will be."
He took his mothers had in his and walked out the door closing it behind them.