A majestic, shimmering, black pirate ship sits upon the water. Its numerous cannons give it a menacing look. Tons of pirates hop upon its decks in a furious jig. The lone captain plods around in his cabin, plotting on where to seize his treasure next.
Pirate Ship, Port
a young boy who is a deck hand
seagull
I am a seagull. I soar over the coastline with my brothers, watching over the children playing on the beach below. I like the smell of the salt water and the crash of the waves.
The seagull stares at you, and even more intently on the crust of bread in your hand. Don't even think about it. Hehehe... a sharp boy with an even sharper tongue!  Whoa! Who said that?? Ah! Not sharp enough! Sharp someday he will be! Do tell how a clever boy such as yourself fell in with pirates. I uh...okay. I just feel weak sometimes. And piracy makes me feel strong. So it is by your own choice then? Or did these creatures... persuade you? You tell me. You steal food all day! But my dad is going to be so disappointed in me... Ah! You assume much, child! If indeed I wanted something, there is not much flightless beings could do to stop me. A young boy, however, there are many perils that might meet a child on the open seas. You may be able to go fast, but we can go much faster on the open ocean! Your words echo with pride! Then it is true that you are not a prisoner of these beasts! This puts me at ease quite a bit! But tell me, why choose a life such as this? What would your father have you do that was so terrible that this is the better alternative?  Look mate, you poop onto whatever you please, you eat from the ground, and you constantly make noise. Who are you to judge my position in life?