Pirate Pete looked longingly at his pirate ship that was moored in the bay.
“I want to get back into my ship so bad that I can taste the salt water,” said Pirate Pete.
“I know you do,” said Slappy, Pirate Pete’s crew mate. “But, you promised your mother you would stay off the ship.”
“I should never have done that,” said Pirate Pete.
“You really had no choice,” said Slappy. “You were very sick this spring. You couldn’t go on the ship even if you wanted to.”
“I could now,” said Pirate Pete.
“Yes,” agreed Slappy. “You probably could but, you don’t want to rush things. You need to get better.”
“I don’t see how I am going to get better just laying around the house,” said Pirate Pete. “I think the cool ocean water on my face is what is going to cure me.”
“I actually agree with you,” said Pirate Pete’s Mother, who had overheard part of his conversation with Slappy.
“You do!” cried Pirate Pete, happily.
“Yes,” said Mother. “I see the way you look out at your ship each day. I know you miss it.”
“I do,” said Pirate Pete.
“Okay,” said Mother. “You can go sailing but, under one condition.”
“What condition?” asked Pirate Pete, afraid of what his mother was going to say.
“I am coming with you,” said Mother.
“Let’s give the crew time to get the ship ready for Mother,” said Pirate Pete to Slappy, which was pirate code for getting all the rum off the ship.
“Okay,” said Mother. “I have to pack anyway.”
“Good,” said Pirate Pete, motioning for Slappy to get to work immediately.
Pirate Pete took his first sail. He took it easy because he didn’t want to push himself but, more importantly he didn’t want to get himself into trouble with his mother. He did, however, feel so much better.
“Thank you Mother,” said Pirate Pete. “That sail sure did make me feel better.”
“I am glad,” said Mother.
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