Wed. May 27

Hey, this is Connor speaking. Is this thing on? Testing, testing. Mom wanted me to blog, and you know, what mom says goes. So here I am blogging. I recently started writing a story, and it is about pirates. What inspired me to write it, is that I just read Treasure Island and bought a new book about pirates. Then, I decided to write one. At the end of my blog I will include the first two paragraphs of the story. Email me at sandyanddavid@epals.com if you want to read more. Notice the email is different than my mom's email. Anyway, I am trying to write a chapter a day, but today, after I was finished writing, the computer didn't save right, so what I wrote today is lost.
Some builders are building a deck. I like watching what they have to do. Today, they ran into the problem. The hottub won't fit into the door. Now, they have to tear down a wall and start again. What a bummer. Well, that is really all I have to say. My story is below.

Chapter I
Pirate's Soul, Lost at Sea.
The ship's port side was carved to look like a cutlass slicing through the air. The poor craftsmanship made it look like a pointed stick falling from a tree. On the starboard side of the Viking ship the same thing happened. Yes, the Sharktooth was a Viking long ship. At least it was made to look like one. The Captain was a retired pirate named Black-Handed Bill. The crew, a sad sight to look at, were sailors and various types of Navy commanders. No pirates. Or so they thought.
"Ello, I am Terris Long-foot. I would like to join the crew." an elderly man in rags spoke to the Captain. By the looks of things, he was a killer.