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"No," a cold voice growled venomously. Everyone turned; it was the boy Lydia had punched cold. "We need to teach her a lesson she'll never forget. Something so humiliating she won't dare look us in the face again. Let's play a game. How does Pirates sound?" he said turning to Lydia with a wicked sneer on his face. She gulped; this couldn't be as innocent as it sounded.
Lydia gulped as she sat watching the boy who she had punched, who everyone called third as she found out, whisper and cackle with the other children. Off in the corner sat her beloved rain boots along with the hair ties that had previously been holding her braids. Two boys sat on either side of her glaring and smirking at her clear discomfort. She looked like a mess and this was the final straw for Lydia.
"Hey! Dumbos! Are you just going to sit around and giggle like your crush is talking to you or are you going to be a man and face me one on one?!" Lydia roared.
Third smirked and tugged on the red coat he was wearing. "I think we've had enough face to face contact for today. Like I said we should play peacefully, a nice game of pirates, and I'm the captain."
"Oh yah?" Lydia growled, "What am I? The maiden that you sweep off her feet? You make me laugh."
Smiling almost sweetly so that it sent a shiver down Lydia's spine Third replied, "No, you're the scum that punched me in the face, and scum gets to walk the plank." The rest of the children cheered except Lydia who grew paler.
"What have I gotten myself into now?" Lydia sighed worriedly.
Back on the main deck the children crowded around Third and Lydia. Insults flew and sinister, gleeful laughter filled the air.
"Have fun fighting off the sharks." One sniggered.
"I bet she'll get lost at sea and go crazy." A young wild boy stated.
"Third… This is crazy, you can't actually let something happen to her, that's murder!" Someone spoke up. The other children quieted down pondering these words.
"Who said that?" Third said quietly, "Let the mutinous dog come forward!" An older girl stepped forward. Third's gaze softened for a second, barely noticeable, but still there. "Dee?" he questioned. She only looked pointedly at him. Sighing dejectedly as if someone had blown all the candles out on his cake Third stated, "Once she's overboard we'll all start yelling so that nothing too bad happens to her, OK?" Nodding slowly Dee stepped back.
"NOW, let's get this show on the road!" Third cheered. Opening up one of the rails meant for swimming, Third drew Lydia forward. "Prepare for your doom lass!" Lydia gulped as she looked at the churning, black water. She didn't have a moment to think as she felt herself being shoved off the boat.
"NO!" Lydia screamed as she felt herself start to plummet. Grabbing onto the first thing she could she swung out smacking her head soundly again the side of the boat. The impact hurt enough for her to let go of the side rail plummeting towards the unknown below. Between her now probably bleeding head and the freezing waters, Lydia let herself give into the black, inky darkness that wanted to claim her mind. The last thing she saw before blacking out was the name of the ship, the S.S. Pelican.
