Emily the Pirate Captain

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I wrote this as a sort of short story/poem for my mother last year, just imagine it in a quaint little stapled-together booklet the size of a quarter-of-a-page, with a red cover and a picture of a ship on every other page (from the Bluenose to various Junks and Spanish Galleons). Please enjoy!

Submitted: May 09, 2008

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There once was a little girl named Emily.
She was a very good girl, when she wanted to be.
Now, while Emily was the daughter of a Lord and a Model,
She was expected to be quite polite, nice and generally doll-like.

A trophy child of sorts, I suppose one could say...
But now, Emily wasn't really a doll at all.
She didn't like fragile things much,
No, not at all, really, not at all.

Generally, Emily got everything she wanted,
Or, really, she got what her daddy and mummy wanted her to have.
She got dresses, teddy bears, kittens and porcelain dolls.
Heaps and heaps of porcelain dolls, she had.

But Emily didn't want those things.
No, she wanted things much more fun
Than all those quaint and dainty things.
Emily wanted knee breeches, cutlasses, puppies and a pirate ship.

Emily wanted to be a Pirate.
And not just any ol' Pirate, Emily wanted to be...

A Pirate Captain,
With her own Ship,
And Crew,
And a Pirate Flag.

She'd have a side-ward facing skull,
hovering above two dogs which faced each other,
barking over a ball.
She'd have a good-sized sloop, with great sails and
a figuremast of a beautiful lady, like her nanny and named The Lady-Anne.
She'd have a crew of boys from the neighborhood,
all of whom knew her as 'Captain M' in anycase.
She'd also have a dog on her crew,
she'd name him Martin, for her cousin and First Mate.

Emily planned and planned on what she would do,
as Captain M of The Lady-Anne.
She'd use the lagoon off the island beach,
where she snuck out with her cousin at times,
as a base.
She'd go out into the sea and plunder any ships
dull enough to let her catch them.
She'd take no lives, though, but accept strapping young
men to her crew - only if both Martins agreed, however.
She'd take her Lady-Anne and Crew to ports all-round
The Carribean, then set sail for Europe and visit France,
where she'd always wanted to try the poutine.

Emily knew from the day she was hailed as 'Captain M of The Good Ol' Boat'
that her dream would come true.
That was the summer that the neighborhood boys had found an old abandonned
row boat on the shore of the river behind the houses.
Emily had fought off each and every one of the boys to lay claim on the boat,
and she defeated all of them with her trusty wood cutlass (indeed, it was a
bough of ash).

That was the summer that Emily knew was going to be different.
No more boring walks in the park dressed in a stuffy dress,
carrying a mewing kitten,
hair loose and in her face with 'adorable' (abdomniable) ringlettes,
and having to bring along a basket her mother stuffed with porcelain dolls.

No, that summer, Emily was going to become a real Pirate Captain,
she just didn't know it.
See, that summer was Emily's 10th Birthday, an important day indeed for
a future Pirate Captain.
That summer, Emily was asked out to play by a group of three boys -
all in a various states of disarray, and incidently, sons of prominent
figures of the city.
Emily's parents sent her off with a sandwich,
dressed in a loose gown,
and with stressed messages to be nice to the boys' parents.
Emily nodded and played along to the role that she didn't know the boys,
and soon was running down the hill behind the lots of prominent people's
houses with the three boys.

The boys stopped their Captain before they reached the riverside
and presented to her a package, a wrapped up set of brown cotton
knee breeches, a white blouse, a tricorn hat and a wooden sword made by
Martin.
Emily squealed and hugged each of her crew mates, then banished them
off so she could change in private. Before she was done buttoning up the bottom
three buttons of her vest, however, Martin came around the tree she was
changing behind and gave her a pair of pirate boots.
Emily hugged him, then kissed him lightly on the cheek.
She donned her pirate boots,
cutlass,
and tricorn,
and made her stately way down the bank.

Before her stood a crew of 4 boys - including First Mate Martin. She smiled and
kissed each on the forehead, then bade them show her the boat.
They made their way to a secluded eddie down river, then raised the fabric
curtains they'd put up some months ago to let Emily in.
The first thing Emily saw in that tree-shaded, rock-bordered eddie was the ship.
It was the rowboat, all painted up in blue and gold,
a bowsprit with a beautiful porcelain doll on it extruding from the bow,
a mast in the middle of the boat, two secondary masts,
three sails and, on the mizenmast,
a Pirate Flag.

A Pirate Flag with a side-ways skull hovering over two dogs,
barking over a ball. The letters 'C.M.L-A' were painted on the flag as well.


That was the summer when Captain M of the Lady-Anne plagued the
river behind the prominent peoples's houses, and her crew snuck into their
own houses to pilfer sugar packets, bread loaves, jerky, small change and
spare fabric and wood to up-keep the Lady-Anne.

That was the summer when Emily the Trophy Child who,
wore stuffy layered dresses,
carried mewing abdominable kittens,
posed with porcelain dolls
and sat primly on too-tough couches all day, became...

Captain M of the Lady-Anne, a Pirate Captain who,
wore knee breeches and blouses and pirate boots and vests,
branished a wooden cutlass,
sailed the Lady-Anne,
commanded a fearless Crew of 4,
and soon recieved a puppy, promptly named Martin.

And thus is the tale of Little Emily Sharington,
who became Master of the Lady-Anne,
Captain Emily 'M' Pirate.


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