“Seasick again?” she giggled. “Some pirate you are!”
It was fine for her! She liked our seafaring lifestyle, whether we were sailing the seven seas or searching for buried treasure on desert islands. I'd grown up aboard our ship, the Golden Chaser, but the movement of the ocean still made me ill!
I sighed and followed my sister up onto the ship's deck.
“I've told you before, I don't want to be a pirate,” I complained. “I wish we could settle down on dry land!”
Zahra shrugged. “Why would you
