My boots were filled with water, but I kept sloshing on, trying to get the damn rope to knot correctly. I could see the captain watching me from where he stood at the wheel. The ship bucked in the storm again, smashing me full-face with a ton of water, knocking me to the ground. Damn it.
I hadn’t let go of the rope, I got up and tried tying it again, this time, I got it before I was knocked off my feet.
After being slammed into again (hanging onto the rope for dear life) I looked around. It was chaos everywhere, but the captain was still staring at me. This confused me, hadn’t I done my job? Why was he still staring? Suddenly I realized my hat was gone.
Oh Damn.
My hair hung out around my face, telling him what he’d already suspected.
I was a girl. And I was sailing with pirates.
I muttered to myself as I continued looking for something to do. Why hadn’t I chosen to cut my hair? I’m such a fool, such a vain fool. Now I dreaded what the captain would do to me.
My vanity had betrayed me.