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
seagull
a young boy who is a deck hand
I am the son of the ship's captain. I am being trained to take over for my father when is no longer able to drive the boat safely. For now, I'm a deck hand and I work just as hard as the other deck hands.
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? Perhaps I misjudged you, lad. I thought you'd be smarter than to assume a talking seagull was ordinary. Truth is, I and my brothers are sworn to protect this island and the children that play upon her sands. Though you are not of my people, you are close enough to my territory to warrant my curiosity. So I ask again: are you with these creatures of your own free will?