Suzy and I climb aboard the ship. Joy is still asleep. Justin is still awake.
As we climb up the ramp, she points at the three very big cannons that are jutting out from the side.
I nod. “They are prepared for war,” I say.
We make it to the top and go on the deck.
Everything’s made out of wood: The floor of the deck, the railing, the cabin, the other cabin-looking thing next to the cabin, the stair leading up to the wheel, the wheel, and mast, and the crow’s nest far above it.
“My god,” she says. “This is where they live.”
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