A hour and 49 minutes later after buying, selling, and eating…
Oh my gosh, I can't believe how DELICIOUS this food is!
"Here, you'll need this", Tara said giggling and handing me a big cup of juice.
I drank that entire cup and slam that thing on the table, PHEW!
"I was in the same situation when I haven't eaten in hours", Tara said smiling and placing her hand on her cheek.
I'm too focus on eating to hear what she had to say, I am eating like it's the last meal I will EVER have!
"Hey Tara, after this we're suppose to go train right?", the rat asked Tara.
"Oh right!", Tara said bopping her head, "Thanks for reminding me Milo"
"*Swallow* Train where?", I asked wiping my mouth.
"Avery's court has schools where you can train and learn in skills", Tara explained.
"Mmm, do they teach Privateering?"
"Yes they do"
Good, I'm way behind in my training to be a Privateer myself. I finished up the rest of my meal and let Tara pay for the five plates I had, still surprised she is doing all this stuff for me. Kinda…like…no, no, no, HECK no! I quickly walk outside to get some fresh air and think about something else, I realllly don't want to think about what is in my mind now. Come on, change the subject brain! Oof!
"HEY! Watch where you're going jerk!", I yelled at a stupid cutthroat who bumped into me.
"You watch it you brat!", he yelled back.
"I was! Your eyes are too far up your head you can't see what's in front of you!"
"WWHAT WAS THAT!", he shouted walking to me then was stopped by one of his companions.
"We don't have time, we need to go now!", his companion whispered.
"Rrrr, you better hope I don't see you again!", he said walking away.
"LIKEWISE IDIOT!"
Man, stupid cutthroat! Rrrr!
"Rebecca?", Tara said from behind me.
"I'm fine!", I said crossing my arms in anger.
"Ookay, ready to go?", Tara asked slowly pointing to the stairs.
Must lead to the court, am I so ready to start training and get those cutthroats out my head. Tara, her rat Milo, and I arrived to a place filled with people. Are they all pirates? Geez. Whatever, I'm here to train not complain. I look around until I see the privateer school which is pretty small for a school, I hope it isn't crowded.
"See you soon, Milo", Tara said waving to Milo who walked to the other school.
"Aren't you going to school for witch doctoring or something?"
"No, I will be joining you in privateering"
"What, why?"
"As leader, I need to know the necessary things for what a leader should do and be"
SHE'S the leader?! I should not be surprise, but still. A witch doctor leading possibly two buccaneers, a musketeer, and I think Milo is a swashbuckler? It, is something. I'll ignore it for now and go into this school to learn something useful.
2 hours of privateer teachings…
"And so, I march into the field with my group with a flag high in the sky and went into combat about to strike our foes down", the dog said still talking, "And then…um uh, w-what was it? Let me start over"
"NNNOOO!", everyone except Tara shouted!
"Well, fine then. We'll continue next tomorrow", the dog said holding his coat.
UUUUUUUGGGGHH! Everyone of his students walked out that room feeling exhausted, all EXCEPT FOR TARA! How the HECK, did she resist all that?! Uuuhhhrrrr, my head feels so numb from hearing that dog talking on and ON!
"How are you not tired from all that?!", I asked Tara holding my head with one hand and holding my knee with the other.
"I don't know, maybe I'm use to it"
"*long sigh* Use to it?", I seriously questioned, "I feel half-DEAD!"
"Hehehahah"
"What?!", I said seriously.
"It's funny that you said that right next to a witch doctor", Tara said with a smile and a shrugs.
"Oh my gosh, GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!", I yelled pointing at her.
"Hahahahahaha~!", Tara laughed while walking away.
I CAN NOT BELIEVE I JUST WALKED INTO THAT! AAAHH, SOMETHING ELSE BETTER HAPPEN RIGHT NOW!
"HEY!", I heard a familiar voice shout.
Oh DANG IT ALL, not her! What the heck does SHE want?!
"What were you doing with Tara?!", she asked angrily.
"I don't know, go and ask her blondey!", I shouted crossing my arms.
"Don't call me blondey red rust!"
"DON'T CALL ME RED RUST BLONDEY!"
RRRRR, this annoying blondey in getting on my NERVES! We are giving each other some serious hate glares you could swear you saw lightning coming out of our eyes! We quickly turned away after five minutes of glaring, we can't STAND to look at each other. What a pain! How does Tara deal with this person? Speaking of her, she went to that witch doctor school. Learning to be a Privateer can really in her favor, the same can go for me if I learn a second class. This place has the basic school classes: privateer, witch doctor, musketeer, swashbuckler, and buccaneer. Now the question remains, which one will I choose? There is no way I'm witch doctoring, I'm not good with a gun, and I am already good with swashbuckling. That just leaves…rrrr!
"What you lookin' at my school for?", the blondey asked all sassy with her hands on her waist.
"None of your business, that's what!"
"Never mind then, you won't be able to handle it", the blondey said shaking her head with a smug grin.
"What is that suppose to mean?!"
"Come on, look at those arms of yours", the blondey said pointing at me, "They would break in an instant if you tried doing any of those abilities"
"Are you saying I'm weak?"
"I'm saying you can't handle ANY of it"
"ALRIGHT, THAT'S IT!", I shouted matching to that dang school.
I'll show her, I'm going to master EVERY FREAKING THING they are teaching there!