The Bearings to the Dreaded Isle
A beautiful morning in the Caribbean and the sun was rising and reflecting on the glassy water. The front door slams and my older brothers tumble out. The say it's a great day to go sailing. I am not allowed to go sailing, "It isn't lady like," says my mother.
I watch from my window as my gleeful brother's shout and holler. I watch as they the sails and shove off. It stings me so, knowing my brothers can go off sailing while I must sit at home and practice my stitches.
I glumly clamber down the stairs. My mother spies me and screeches, "Katherine Jaunté we have company and you haven't eaten!" I was displeased to see Governor Swan sitting in our parlor. I scurried past the parlor; Governor Swan and I are not on the best of terms. Last time he saw me was when his maid was scolding me for trying to steal his small boat. I slipped into the kitchen, Cook was bellowing orders. Honestly she had big enough lungs to be a bellows in a smithies shop. Then I spied pastries that were for Governor Swan. I stuffed one in my mouth and grabbed one for each hand. I ran out the kitchen screen door and tried my best not to choke on my pastry. There was Jack waiting for me. Jack came from a wealthy family like mine. However Jack's parents were not pleased with their son, in my opinion they despised him. Unlike his parents I was fascinated by Jack, his cool attitude, his charm, and his deadly skill with the blade. Only Jack could best me in a fight.
Jack sprang to his feet when he saw me. He shouted, "Come on Kath she's ready!" I could scarcely believe my ears today was a perfect day for her maiden voyage. Jack has been building a boat and was greatly pleased hear she was done! We hurried down to the docks. There she was small but she looked fast. I looked about me expecting to see one of the boys here. The boys were Jack's friends, they really didn't like me only Jack did so they had to deal with me. I was actually kind of glad they weren't here, but it wouldn't have mattered because we were going sailing!
