<span style="font-family: times new roman;">David grinned wickedly as Catherine joined his sword fight. He no longer had to fight against invisible foes. As he absentmindedly parried her blows and struck his own, he pondered her question. Where could they get a ship? After all, a pirate is no pirate without a ship. <span style="color: #0000FF">"I suppose we should start off with a small one. Have someone build it for us."</span> He agreed with her suggestion.<span style="color: #0000FF"> "Then, as our crew grows and we'll hijack another."</span><br/><br/>The young blond smiled to himself as he thrust his sword towards Catherine's stomach. He loved these times. Being with his best friend. Listening to her stories of pirates, treasure, sword fights, and the like. Then planning for the future. The two of them were destined to be the two greatest pirates the world had ever seen. David was sure of it. <br/><br/>He looked fondly to his glass bottle sitting still beside his ball. Then, in remembrance, he grimaced. His mother would not like it. Neither would his father for that matter. Both disapproved of such things. Piracy was nothing to aspire to, his stern mother had told him time and time again. He would have to get it inside without her knowing. David pulled back from the small mock battle and bit his cheek in thought. It was too large to hide in his pockets.<br/><br/>If he could just get it past the front door, where his mother would greet him, without her knowing, he would be fine. He could hide it under his bed with his other things in his treasure box.</span>