"My Journey on a Pirate Ship." [Daily Journal]

The cell was was cold and wet. It smelled like old garbage and mold. My best mate Blondie and I were held captive by a group of dirty pirates. When I say dirty I mean dirty fifthly pirates. They were watching over us making sure we made no attempt to escape. Which wasn't going to happen because she was scared half to death and I wasn't going to leave her.