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Where there is a sea there are pirates
Life's pretty good, and why wouldn't it be? I'm a pirate, after all
September 8th, 2006 
She giggles madly after finishing the last cannon, and with “wings” upon her feet flutters down the winding stairs until she reaches her room. Swinging the door open she scurries to the bath room obtaining the rather large bucket for the gathering of water – it takes her a good fifteen minutes to fill the whole detailed ivory tub. After setting a fire underneath the tub – which it has a little silver spot right under it to start a flame – Makayla graces her fluffy and bouncy bed with a heavy thump. Spreading out upon it instantly with a loud happy giggle mixed with a sigh, “I’m so glad I met this Captain!” Grabbing a hold of the rather large velvet red pillow she snuggles upon it while letting another happy sigh echo from her…

While waiting for the water to warm Makayla drifts off into happy slumber…
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