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The deep bellow of the freighter announced its departure from the coast. I perched on the deck, watching my familiar world dissolve into the distance.

I switched off my cellphone, disregarding Auntie's furious texts.

Regardless of her reasoning, nothing could excuse her part in the theft of my work. I, Joey Chaplan, would never lower myself to pleading.

On the seventh day of our journey at sea, an unexpected sight emerged. A small vessel was closely following our ship.

Harry's face grew stern as he urged me to seek shelter in the cabin. He cautioned, "That might be pirates."

My inquisitiveness got the better of me. I grabbed some binoculars and peered through them.

To my amazement, the "pirates" were led by a woman sporting pink pigtails, a skull tattoo on her shoulder, and an eyepatch.

Suddenly, a crew member yelled from the deck, "Caution! We're about to collide with a reef!"