Captain Barnacle Garrick was bad natured and horrible, which most pirates would say was good--very good. Augusta Garrick was good natured and helpful, which most pirates would say was bad--very bad.
Barnacle Garrick showed his daughter a section of the treasure map. "Scully is crafty. So he'll findz the booty before them cats." Augusta leaned in closer. "He's nimble too. He'll sneak past them Tuna Lubbers on Crossbones Island. But most important, me lassy, Scully is fearless. He'll pillage them doubloons and bring 'em back to our ship--right where they needz to be."
Even though Nan-ma's blind, she sees things others do not. On weekends, I am her neighborhood guide. Today, I fall silent as we pass the school. I stare at my sandals, wishing Nan-ma could walk faster. Then one of the kids--the one who always carries the basketball--shouts, "Hey, French Toast!" Another kid laughs. "Come on, Nan-ma," I say, pulling her. "The park is just up ahead..."
Jeffrey looked at the blank page. It glared back. His ideas came slowly, and he found himself sketching a round-bellied, long-armed sloth. "Focus on the words," Jeffrey muttered to himself. "Just forget about the words," whispered a voice. Jeffrey looked around, his eyes wide. "Who said that?"
