<span style="font-family: times new roman;">David pouted when he learned that Catherine was going to make him wait  before giving him his gift. Argh! He really wanted to know what it was right then. He opened his mouth about to beg-- yes, he was not above begging for gifts --to have it right away but as Catherine began to tell her story, he immediately clamped his mouth shut.<br/><br/>He watched and listened. Entirely focused on the girl. Enraptured by her tale. She had this way of speaking. Storytelling. That could capture anybody's attention and keep it for an eternity. He could listen to her tell her stories forever. As she got to the part with the plank, his eyes widened in anticipation. Even as she paused to catch her breath, David was silent. He always was when she was telling a story. His blue orbs prompted her to continue.<br/><br/>He leaned forward, awaiting the final scene. He felt sort of bad for the man. Jumping off of a boat to get eaten by a horde of sharks did not seem like the best death. Though, he supposed the man deserved it. He was a traitor after all. People who betrayed others' trust were worst than trash. Well, that was what his mother told him. And he completely believed her. <br/><br/>When Catherine finally got to describing the scene, David screwed his eyes shut. The mental image becoming to much for him to bear. He opened his eyes again when he felt  his friend sit back down at his side. Blinking a few times to make the dark spots go away. As she opened the bag, David leaned in. Was that his gift?<br/><br/>As he caught sight of the beautiful dark ship inside of the glass bottle, his mouth fell open comically. <span style="color: #4000FF">"I love it!"</span> He told her sincerely. Reaching for it, he took it into his hands gingerly. Careful not to let any harm come to it. Holding it up to his eyes, he took in all of it's intricate details. His favorite definitely being the Jolly Roger flag.<span style="color: #4000FF"> "Thank you."</span> He said quietly.<br/><br/>David looked into Catherine's green eyes. <span style="color: #4000FF">"When we are grown, are you going to be my first mate?"</span> He asked. Completely serious with a hint of hopefulness.</span>