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I jumped into his ferry, which was

actually just a little wooden boat with

a tiny motor hanging off the back of

it, and sat down next to the girl. She

was looking a teeny weeny bit nervous,

and I guessed it must be her first time

at Pirate Camp.

‘It’s that boy who was crying!’ she

giggled up at her mum, who was

standing on the pier, but I just ignored

them both, because I was too busy

looking at the captain’s hand.

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