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the sun began to set. the anchor was set out into the calm, golden waters, and the crew was gathered around the captain, asking her how she had survived such an event. this was her story:

"you see mates, when i was knocked the port side, i was knocked to half-conciousness. i grabbed the side of the ship, and held on or else be cursed to davy jones. i held on until the storm ended moments later and noticed a small rope drifting in the waters. i took it and tied my arm up to the side of the boat to to where me head was still bobbing up and down abpve the waters. i let myself lose conciousness and when i gained it back mates, i snared a fish, and found it had been a day and a half, by looking at the marks and signs on myself. i couldnt drink nothing, and it was hard to climb back up to the deck, but i made it. i used barnacles to plaxce my hands and feet, and i would use the rope to steady myself if i needed it. i came up and it was dead in the middle of the night."

the crew laughed. none of them beleived her really, but capt. deep didnt care. "off to the beds with ye.youll need all the rest ye dogs can get.if i hear but one word from any of ya, youll all have to use the tactics i did to stay alive on the sea. but i aint throwin' ye no ropes" she smiled. the crew knew she wosnt jokoing with them. they scurried off to bed.but the first mate stopped before she entered her room. "was all that true captain?" the captsin waited a moment before replying."sure as there is salt in the sea, and sure as it always shall be."