pirates

it was the 14th century,the century of the pirates,on somewhere on the dead see was a ship.it was a big,hreat ship of a “family” of pirates.they werent the pirates to steal for themselves,instead they always tried to find new,unhavitted islands,find gold and otjer vakuables,amd give them to the poor whever they landed on ocasianly restics and breaks.the crew consisted of two cooks,harry and jack,four main crew members,jane,anne,mike,and angelo,and the fift was captain Josh.the two cooks,harry and jack were cheeky but kindhearted when meeded to,and always made the beat foods oit of whatever they could.in the four main crew,anne was a fierce woman,jane was sirious but helpfull,mike was the one who always made the jokes,and angelo was the shy one.but captian josh was the real deal.once a time,years ago,there was a seventh crew memeber,amelia,josh’s beloved,a true angel comen down from heavens onto that ship.while she lived,josh was soft edged,cheerfull,a good man,but when she passed away in the birth of their child,josh changed,he became sheltered,cold,and only gave one word answer,his eyes always dark amd sirious.and their child…well he was me,Kyle,even though everyone called me kiddo or little captain.now,i was 9,boy,and the shine to the darlest days for the crew.i had big,wonder-filled green eyes,a big smile that always had its place on my face,and slightly curly dirty blond hair,that was grown all the way down to my nape,and fell over my eye.i always wore a red bandana around my neck,and the rest of my clothes were basicaly just linens or rags sewn together to fit me,with a brown leather sleveless jacket.i was bubly,always rushing,always chatterinf,but deep down i was smart and helpfull.since i was to little for actualy pirating,they always would put me either to mop,or to be in the mast basket to find distaned islands in wiew.allthough i mever understood why captian josh’s edge softened just a fraction when i looked up at him with those big green eyes