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A Rootbook Author
2012 - today
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Chapter 3

uddenly, I stood on the wooden deck of a ship. It was a rigged-up three-master with lots of busy folks on it. One row of rudders. A wooden angel as figurehead. Everything was great! A virtual brown captain's hat suddenly appeared on my head. I straightened it and felt like a real sailor:
"Galley ready! Clean the floors folks! Get tension on the sail! Full steam ahead!", I laughed into the sea and enjoyed the mild breeze of the east wind. I felt like a real pirate.