Jack: Two girls on the beach

The sand felt good, I thought as I pulled off one of my shoes. We had been on board the ship for so long I had almost forgot how good the solid ground felt. Though I may be a captain of a sea-faring vessel, my true love has always been colonization. I knew that the only way I would get my dream and still be in a position of command would be to start a government sponsored colony. And, here I was, sort of.

My peaceful thoughts were soon disrupted, though. One of the sailors was yelling something about a traitor. I sighed as I put my shoe back on. Back to business, I thought.

The one that had yelled was holding the arm of another sailor. His grip was strong. I have always considered myself to be a fair man, so the first thing I did was put my hand on the shoulder of the yelling sailor.

"I don't care what he has done. You let go of him. He's not going anywhere." My voice was firm. I wasn't going to put up with any bad behavior. Even those who have done wrong deserve some dignity.

"But, Captain, he is not a he. He is a she." His protest sounded a little baffling though I understood the words just fine. The sailor tried to lift the shirt of the accused, but the accused struggled, not allowing his or her personal space to be encroached upon.

I gripped harder on the sailor's shoulder. "Let go of her." My words were slow and determined. The sailor hesitated but soon let go of the accused.

I turned my attention to the girl before me. "What is your name?"

"Daniel." The response was too quick, and that is when I knew for sure the accused was a girl.

"Please do not lie to me. I will do you no harm."

The girl took a couple deep breaths and then finally said, "Daphne." There seemed to be a heavy weight lifted from her shoulders. The sailor who had caught her - his demenor was completely different.

"Captain, shouldn't I receive a reward?" His question was preposterous. I wanted to flog him right there, but that wouldn't be appropriate either.

"What is your name Sailor?"

"George, sir. George Fredricks."

"All right, George. I will remember, and I will make sure you get what you deserve."

I thought the ordeal was over, but another sailor, a heavy set fellow who looked like he had ate all of our rations, came in my direction, dragging another girl.

"What do we have here?" I asked with a heavy sigh.

"A stowaway, sir."

"Let her go as well. She's not going anywhere." Then, addressing both of the girls, I said, "Both of you better be glad I am the Captain here. I treat people fair, but that doesn't mean you won't do your fair share of the work, either. From now on, that is."

The End

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