Savvy?

Jolting up from her perch, Miranda turned towards the noise and saw--


A vast pirate ship!

.....that is totally not the black pearl what

Miranda stood up quickly, sucking in a quick breath of surprise. She wasn't entirely sure it was a pirate ship, because she herself had never actually seen one in real life, but of all her wildest imaginings, she was positive that that's what a swash-buckling pirates ship would look like. Or at least, should look like. 

Heart thumping wildly in her chest, Miranda leaned over the stern of the ship, her blonde hair being whipped back by the wind. Her brown eyes were scanning the dark pirate ship so intently that she hadn't even noticed the complete hustle and bustle of chaos that was going on around the cargo ship.

"Oi! Who are you?" An irritated voice called, breaking Miranda's hard concentration.

The runaway bride turned quickly, startled out of her trance. A short, roguish man stood several feet away, his chubby face turned down with a frown, his round cheeks covered in gray stubble.

"Oh," Miranda said, panic starting to sink in, "I- um- I'm Miranda." she stammers.

The grumpy man raises an eyebrow, "And are ye part of this crew, Miranda? Why ye wearin' a weddin' dress?"

Miranda shrugs, "They're comfortable," she says.

The old mad nods, "Ah. I wouldn't know. Never worn one."

Miranda raised her eyebrows, "Oh, really? Well, I highly recommend it. They're quiet lovely."  It was happening again. Whenever she got nervous or panicky, she started making jokes and becoming quiet sarcastic.

The old mad started to nod, then stopped, "What're we doing standing around talking about weddin' dresses??! We've got a bloody pirate ship on our tail! Damn Captain James and his bloody crew...."

Miranda opened her mouth to ask something when....

Rosie, I trust you to write something awesome.

xoxo,

Mercy.