Chapter Eighteen
My Teacher, Mr. Peter
Now that I have been on the ship for a while, Jack thought I should learn how to fight and work the ship Guess who was my teacher? Mr. Peter.
"Ok, first we will try shooting a gun," he said handing the gun to me. Well, that didn't quite work. I ended up wasting a barrel of rum by shooting a whole in it.
"Ok, maybe we will try sword fighting," he said. That didn't work either. I got scared that I would get stabbed.
"Ok, how about sailing?" he said in a 'we are running out of things to teach you' tone. I was ok at that, until I had to switch the sail over. Then I dumped three barrels of rum into the ocean.
"Ok, none of those things worked. Let's try steering." So he taught me how to steer. I was pretty good at it. "Lana, we finally found something you are good at!"
"What is that suppose to mean?!?" I said looking at him in a funny way.
"Whatever," he said looking away laughing. I was standing close to the steering wheel and Peter right behind me helping me steer. He was, in a way, like a dad, teaching his kid how to ride a bike. You tell them not to let go, but they just do it anyway. Well, I wasn't sure that I could steer on my own, I didn't even have my drivers' license yet.
"Wait don't let go! What if I run into something?" I said.
"What is there to run into? The closest land is 2,000 miles away."
"Oh, it looked closer." Then he let go again and I did it! I steered by myself. I was good at it, and now, whenever the steerer person wants a break they just call me over. Steering is fun!
Sorry about this being such a short chapter, but the next chapter just couldn't blend with this. Sorry.