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Birthday

I never particularly cared for having a birthday in the summer; it seemed as though everyone else on the island also did. It was because of that that the enthusiasm I once had for my own dwindled. Soon, it became nothing but a mundane event, coming and going with the years. As anything else mundane in my life, it became exciting again after we met; you had a habit for that.

I remember it started when you asked how old I was after realizing you had never asked. Honestly Roger, surely even pirates know better than to ask a woman her age! "I'll be 27 in a few days," I answered briskly, smacking your arm for such a rude question. You just laughed it off as usual before stopping altogether, blinking as if you realized something. I remember asking if anything was wrong; you just laughed that off too.

You were gone the few days following that; still harbored at the port yet nowhere to be found. It was puzzling but I had decided not to think on it. You were a pirate and a grown man after all; no need for me to constantly watch you. I admit, while slightly embarrassed, I did begin to worry as the days stacked on top of each other. You were never gone this long without leaving the island.

So when you came back to visit (though you never truly left), I would've felt relieved and happy….if you hadn't decided to come at the early morning hours. I was an unhappy person at that time, Roger, and you should've known that, but you had obviously forgotten. I remember swinging open the front door with a cross expression but also remember how fast it fell. You were standing there on the porch of our house, with an expression mixed of embarrassment and irritation. Around your neck was an ungodly pink colored ribbon, tied into a sloppy and slightly grungy bow.

I put my hands on my hips, and a smile broke out. "Is there a reason you are standing at our door at this hour, looking like a grumpy pirate with a pink ribbon?" You grumbled something under your breath and I know that it probably wasn't something nice either.

"My crew did this," you muttered, sulking like a young child; I remember blinking in astonishment. "I thought for days about what to get you for your birthday and couldn't think up anything. So my first mate turned everyone against me, put this damn thing around my neck, and kicked me off my own ship." You sighed but grinned dumbly. "So, guess I'm your present this year! Happy birthday!"

I remember staring at you blankly for a few moments, blinking every once in a while. Mind you, this was the only thing keeping me from laughing at you. I managed to keep from laughing and settled for a cheerful smile. "It's the best gift ever," I told you, wrapping my arms around your waist. You laughed, obviously happy to hear that. "But Roger, let me tell you something."

"What's that?"

"My birthday was yesterday."

So Roger epic fails with keeping dates straight, oh well. So, something short and silly. I could put here my list of excuses as to why this is uber uber late, but no one wants to hear them anyways. So sorry it took so long and thank you as always for reading! 3