Ollie

We met pirates. I was there, just like Charlie to leave me out. Not that means to, just who he is, Charlie my best mate through ev'rything. And when I say everything I mean it. My first memory had Charlie in it. I think we were trying to eat apples. Our mums had to snatch 'em away on account of the fact we didn't have any teeth yet and were likely to choke on 'em.

I think that's why we became friends. We almost died trying to stuff apples in our mouths. Or maybe it was because we loved apples from the very moment we set our eyes on them and met each other in the very same instance. Apples. There's no finer fruit. Red or green or yellow, shiny, smooth skin, sweet, crunchy sounds when you bite into them, not a vegetable or a mutant bunny who sings theme songs, the best sort of fruit ever realized by all…

But I digress, plus you already knew apples were wonderful right? We were talking about the night we met pirates. It was a strange night in Port Madison. Fog had whipped out of no where. It was around midnight; we had snuck out and climbed onto a roof of a building overlooking the veiled harbor. Charlie and I had been counting how many people had feathered hats or black shoes. I was telling him that "eleventy-two" wasn't a number when-

BOOM! BOOM! It was loudest sound I ever heard-no, next to loudest, there was this one time a weird parrot warned us about something, 'course that's another story all together. We whirled around to see a docked sloop disappear in a bright yellow ball. We gaped open-mouthed and said: PIRATES!