"Dad! Come here I found something!" I yelled as my father came to my side. I pointed out into the ocean at a boy drowning. "Crew! Get this boy and bring him aboard!" He yelled as the crew threw put ropes to the boy. He grabbed on to Posey's rope and Posey pulled the boy on deck. The boy coughed for a few moments and then caught his breath. My father kneeled down at his side and then said to him, "Now boy, what is your name and what is your captin's name?" I stood behind my father, hoping the boy wouldn't say he had a captin, for if he did, he would be hung for being a pirate. The boy shook his head for a moment and said, "I have no captain. My name is -" The boy stopped there and closed his eyes to think. The crew leaned in closer to him, waiting for an answer. The boy sat there, tryign to remember his name. He started on to names, but soon stopped and shook his head. "He looks like an Alexander to me." The boy looked at me, snapped his fingers and said, "That's it! Alexander Foster!" The boy smiled at me, and then looked away. My father looked at me for a moment, then shook his head. "Okay Foster. Do you have family?" He nodded his head and spoke, "Yes, I do sir. Two brothers and two sisters Sir.

" "Name them." He took and deep breath and then said, "Niles Reed Foster, Liam Leo Foster, Gretchen Lue Foster, and the youngest, Edith June Foster. Is that specific enough? Or do you want birth dates too?" He said with a laugh. My father ignored this comment and then said, "Your mother and father?" Alex sighed, "Arabella Margeese Evrlyn, and Daniel Lance Tamalage...Foster." My father chuckled and said, "Now why did your family have to change their last name?" "My father took my mothers name." "Ah, but I thought your mother's last name was Evrlyn?" Alex looked around nervously, "My family changed their last name because we were accused of piracy."

"Oh really? Now how did this happen?" Alex took a deep breath and carried with his story, "My mother's brother was a pirate. To spare his life he told us we were pirates as well. He got killed anyway." "What was your uncle's name Alex?" My father took out the list of pirates that were killed and waited for Alex to speak. "Augustis Pervice Tamalage." My father began looking down the list and then stopped, "Ah, here he is. Posey, take him to our extra room." Posey walked over to Alex and grabbed his arm. He took Alex to the room and then locked the door behind him. Posey hated doing this, but you have to do what you have to do to get by he always told me.

After my father went to bed Posey sat ont eh deck, carving pieces of wood into unknown figures. "Posey," I began to say as he looked at me. "What is your real name?" I asked as he sighed and put down his tools. "My name? That would be, Oliver Orson Greenwell." I crossed my eyes to be funny and then said, "They why do they call you Posey?" "Because when your father found me dyign on that island three yers ago when you were just a little thing, I was a pirate. I made up a new name and said I never met my family. Your father would've killed me if he found my father's anme on that list." "Oh..." I said as I turned and headed to Alex's room.

"Alex? Are you awake?" I asked as he opened his eyes. "Hm? Oh, yes." He rubbed his eyes and sat up. "Alex, are you a pirate?" He looked around for a moment and found a way to distract me from my question. He kissed me! Then, hid under his covers. "Alex, that won't distract me." "Fine." He sat up and looked at me. "Yes, I am a pirate. Tell anyone, and you die." I nodded my head and laughed at him. "You don't even know my name do you?" I asked. "...No" He said, rolling his eyes at me. "Fine, I guess you don't want to know." I said, turning my head. "No, no! Tell me!" He said. "Well, what do you think it is?" He made a face and then started the guessing, "Polly? Ellenore? Diana? Julie? Adis?" I shook my head and began to laugh. "No, it's Val. Val, as in Valentine." "Oh...Well that's a pretty name." He said. I blushed, "Thanks. How old are you Alex?" He looked at me and raised one eye brow, "13 why?" "Oh, just wondering." "Well, how old are you?" "13." I said with a smile. He laughed and then stopped. I looked in the mirror behind me and studied myself.

Bright blue eyes, straight black hair, and think black eye brows. Jack as well, was studying me. He looked up into the mirror. He had dark brown hair that was as long as his shoulders and always tucked behind his ears. He smiled, and I smiled back.