“A ship in a harbour is safe, but that is not what ships are built for.” - Anon
If there was one thing that Ned had wanted more than anything in the world, ever since he was a little boy, it was to be a pirate. Well, to be more specific, he wanted to be a real pirate. After all, he already was a pirate. In fact, his whole family were pirates. All his friends were pirates too. Everyone he knew was a pirate. They all lived in a pirate village filled with other pirates, on an island in the middle of the ocean that was called, appropriately enough, Pirate Island.
But Percy kept going on and on and on.
It was the find of Ned’s life. He and Bill hoisted the heavy trunk back to the ship, grunting and groaning. That night they divided up the spoils and drank toasts to Frisk Rock Island, to pirates, to maps, to fine china, and to the good ship Maggie.