Snippet #2568924

Marlie had known exactly what Neggy had planned for that day....She had just hoped that he wasn't serious. Her grandfather was getting old and frail. The thought of leaving him alone to go on an adventure seemed too selfish for her. Glancing back at the kitchen she smiled at the sight of him happily chopping herbs for his latMarlie had known exactly what Neggy had planned for that day....She had just hoped that he wasn't serious. Her grandfather was getting old and frail. The thought of leaving him alone to go on an adventure seemed too selfish for her. Glancing back at the kitchen she smiled at the sight of him happily chopping herbs for his latest mixture. "He'll be fine" she told herself steadily. She ran up the stairs to the living quarters above the diner to pack her things. Her medical supplies were primitive to say the least but she packed them anyways. All of the ointments and medicines soon followed them into her musty old knapsack. "Hey Gramps! I need the food for the trip!" Marlie chimed as she hopped into the kitchen. "It's in the duffle bag...." her grand-dad said dryly. He wasn't up for Marlie leaving either, but he knew that she wouldn't stay in this boring old town forever. With one last look Marlie glanced around the kitchen, reminiscing about all the amazing times she had had. Hugging her grandfather, she snuck out the back door, jolly roger draped overtop of her bags.

As she approached the old rickety dock that Neggy had told her to meet him at, she immediately regretted her decision. All of the boats were old barges, aside from the few rowboats covered in barnacles that looked like they hadn't moved in ages. Placing down her things on the most stable part of the float, she wandered through the maze of ropes and bird droppings, contemplating what was about to happen. This was a big step for her. She was way too young to be doing this, but then again, the best pirates start off young.
Between the groans of the dock, calls of seagulls and splashing of the ocean she heard a faint snore. Looking around she couldn't see where it was coming from. Then suddenly she caught glimpse of a wisp of smoke. She plopped herself down on the edge of the dock so that her short legs just skimmed the water. "Ummm Sir...." she whispered to the scruffy looking man who was lying in a small rowboat. "Do you by any chance know which of these......vessels.... is the Calypso?" Marlie was greeted with a loud, throaty snore. "Sir....You should probably wake up......your cigarette is burning a hole in your blazer..."