<span style="font-family: times new roman;">David shrugged his shoulders. So what if women were considered unlucky. How could he run a pirate crew without his best friend? He could not. No use lying. <span style="color: #0000FF">"'Course it isn't."</span> He replied confidently. <span style="color: #0000FF">"I can handle any misfortune you bring."</span> He laughed. Absently, he rubbed his small hands up and down the crystal clear bottle in his hand. Not unlike one rubbing a genie's lamp.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0000FF">"For our crew we already have the captain and first mate." </span>He stated. <span style="color: #0000FF">"Me, and you."</span> He pointed from himself to Catherine. <span style="color: #0000FF">"Who else do we need?"</span> He asked aloud, but mostly to himself. <span style="color: #0000FF">" A navigator. . . A shipwright. . .A gunner. . . And a doctor definitely."</span> He listed off. Staring at his friend, he pursed his lips. Silently asking her to fill in any blanks that he was missing.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0000FF">"Also, what would we name our crew?"</span> He asked excitedly. <span style="color: #0000FF">"The Mad Marauders?"</span> David suggested wide eyed. <span style="color: #0000FF">"O-or maybe The Golden Buccaneers."</span> Leaping to his feet, he picked up the stick Catherine used earlier. Waving it around like a sword, slashing and stabbing. <span style="color: #0000FF">"What about the Crimson Swords?"</span></span>