William and I jerked up, rushing to see what had boomed the island. Phineas was stalking over to the edge of the shore, squinting his eyes. A colossal ship glided through the water, making the waves ripple like a blanket. Our ship—well, what was left of it—had been perished, the sea gobbling up the wood. As the ship floated closer, I could see a numerous amount of pirates. There must have been at least thirty! I scurried back, away from the shore. I clutched william’s hand and started running towards the trees in the middle of the island. “Jack, what are you doing?” he hollered, stumbling as he ran with me. “We have got to get away from those pirates, there are at least thirty,” I panted, looking for an area to hide. “We can’t run away,” William started, “It is our honor to fight for our dignity.” I stopped, looking right and left then back at William. “Well, there’s no point in fighting for your dignity if thirty pirates are going to destroy you and your dignity.” William hesitated