The town was lively as MottlePaw was welcomed in. She took a deep breath in, tired. "Grammercy, Ghostly." MottlePaw thanked. Captain Ghostly nodded. "'Tis no trial. Then we to the ship, aye? I hast to discover thou the crew assembled so far!" Ghostly smiled.

MottlePaw nodded. This was her dream! She followed Ghostly to the ship. It looked exactly like what she remembered it to, maybe even in better condition. 

As they walked aboard, many scents of different cats flooded MottlePaw's nose. She could smell cats from Phen, Phoenix, Tal, and Saie. It was impressive. MottlePaw looked at the first group of cats. 

A black cat with white flecks, and a white cat with black flecks. The tom and molly were definitely twins. Next to them were four cats. A brown tom, a white tom, a pearl-colored molly, and a cream and white colored molly. 

"The twins are Moon and Skye. Moon is the black cat, and Skye is the white cat." Ghostly started.

"The brown tom is Marsh, the white tom is Winter, the pearl molly is Pearly, yet she goes by Pearl, and the cream molly is Tori. Yonder is Fawnling, Merekat, or just Kat, and Sunray." Ghostly pointed to a fawn-colored molly, a tortoiseshell tom, and a calico molly. 

MottlePaw nodded. "Grammercy." She thanked. Ghostly nodded. "Hey! We've got a newcomer! meet MottlePaw," Ghostly introduced. Marsh, Pearl, and Kat all looked over at them, while Moon and Skye kept talking, only glancing over quickly. The others didn't show any interest at all, but MottlePaw could easily assume why.

"Feel free to explore and to compose yourself at home." Ghostly smiled and walked off to join a calico tom and a cream-colored molly. He never said their names, but they seemed important in a way.

MottlePaw shrugged it off and walked around, looking at the masts, jumping up to the stetncastle and looking at the wheel. One day, she'd be like Ghostly. Sailing a boat with a crew. 

She never wanted to run Ghostly's crew though, they seemed too nice, too polite, and too scary for her. She brushed her tail against the railings as she looked down at the other cats. She smiled, and walked up to the poopdeck, looking overboard at the water. She could see and hear the conversations of the cats below as the waves gently crashed against the ship.

It reminded her of her time as a stow-away on this ship. Captain Siren was a rude fellow, nearly killing her, but she had a lot of fun here as well. 

MottlePaw sat down and rested her head on the railing, admiring the ocean waters as the sun cast down on the waves.

Seagulls landed nearby, which irked MottlePaw a small portion. She hissed and swatted at them until they left and quit squawking. Then, she turned towards the ocean once more.

She felt at peace here. She was now a pirate, and who knows what kind of mischief they'll get up to! Perhaps one day, she could prove to her father that she is worthy of being a pirate and his daughter.