I could feel the floor rumble before I felt the pull gravity getting lighter and lighter. As the whole ship floated into the air, I rushed to the railing and leaned over the side to look down. I could see the deck getting smaller and smaller. The other passengers, which I would be spending the next few days with, huddled around me, wide eyed. Most of them had their phones out and were snapping pictures of the setting sun. But little did they know that we would be following the suns descend until we each reached our destination. All of these new people aboard the ship was ever so over whelming but I would learn to live with it, for it would only get worse. But one day I would be up in the pilot seat where my parents are now and the lives of the passengers would be in my hands. It seems like a big job but it is all I have dreamed to do.
We flew for the next hour, till we reached our first stop, California, Us. While many of the passengers were in their cabins (fearing their life), I sat on the deck with my book open. As we descended, I could hear the constant chanting of the sailors. “took a boat made it fly, think you are smart, making us look BAD, you don’t deserve what you HAVE!”, they repeated over and as we got closer they just got louder. I looked up from my book and I could see the pirates leaning over the rail staring right at the pilot’s seat. No one that was still on the deck seemed to notice, just pirate gibberish to them. But I could understand them, because my parents once where engineers aboard a pirate ship. I turned and looked up at the pilot seat and I could almost see my dad gripping on the steering wheel, while my mom tried to calm him down. I sighed as I turned back to the pirate ship, one last time before returning to my book, I saw a pirate starring right at me. Then, there was a brief moment where we made eye contact until I turned my attention back to my book, a little uncomfortable.