Snippet #1574288

Scarlett tried not to look surprised when she saw the fairy, though she had never seen one before. It hovered by this strange boy, but she wasn't surprised by the flying. She'd been told by the other pirates, when they spun their tales in the evenings. It was a quiet time on the ship for the pirates when the Lost Children didn't attack, but they entertained themselves. Scarlett liked to listen, and since she was a captive audience, she had been told more tales of pirate treasure than any other child.
But the fairy, even after being told of them, was hard to imagine. They were for children.
Her face fell slightly when the Captain refered to her as a child, but it was gone in a moment. She wouldn't be a child much longer. She was growing up, she knew it and acting like a child and sulking wouldn't prove she was an adult.
She would, one day, be old enough to be a great pirate, just like the Captain and the others. She didn't think Smee was a great pirate, but she knew that he was almost as much in charge as the Captain. The Captain gave the orders, Smee made sure they were done.
She felt a little happier when the Captain as good as chose her over Smee. It was not heard of. Smee was his right arm, his first mate. But he had chosen her. Even if it was because she was a child, she felt proud of herself.
Slowly, noting that the Captain didn't think that there was enough danger from the boy, she straightened and stowed her knife.