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Zo. Chapter 1. Pirates.

Zo sat perched on the rock quietly watching the horizon for the ship she knew was coming. She saw only ocean. Her forehead was wrinkled in confusion. It’s late. Zo sighed. She knew her mother would be disappointed. She slid off the rock and started walking back home.
“It doesn’t matter that he’s late. That will just give us more time,” Zo’s mother, Carmelita, said to Zo after she told her that the ship was late. The small village they Zo and her mother lived in was rarely visited by ships. Occasionally ships bearing brightly colored flags would sail in carrying men in fancy clothes and powdered wigs. Zo’s mother called them “officers.” Zo didn’t like them very much. They insisted on the very best rooms in the inn and treated all the villagers quite brusquely. All the village vendors rejoiced when these ships came though, because it meant a lot of new customers. Zo and her mother made their way in the world by selling dried mangos to the captains of all the ships that came to the village. They also sold mangoes to the captains whose ships had black flags, who were called pirates and they only came twice a year. Carmelita said the mangos prevented their crews from getting a disease she called “scurvy.”
“Well we don’t need any more time. We’ve dried enough mangoes to feed thousands,” Zoe replied to her mother. The first time Mother lets me come with her to sell to the pirate he’s late. That is so unfair. Zo’s mother just smiled and kissed Zo’s forehead. Zo smiled. She and her mother were especially close since Zo’s father, Kimoni, had died when Zo was only two years old. Zo didn’t know much about her father, just what her mother said. Carmelita always said that Zo’s father was brave, strong, kind, and a great man. Zo noticed that her mother always called him “your father,” never Kimoni.
“Now Love, go and fetch me the slicing knife and we’ll get back to work,” Zo’s mother told her, and Zo sighed softly but quickly obeyed her mother.
Zo was stretched out on the same rock as in the morning. She rested he chin in her hands as her emerald eyes scanned the ocean for the pirate’s ship.
Suddenly, she saw a black dot getting bigger and bigger. Yes! A ship, I hope it’s the pirate’s. Zo jumped up and ran towards the water’s edge. The dot was getting larger very slowly. She smiled and ran down the beach a small tent farther away from the water. “Paulo! Paulo! Where is your spyglass? I see a ship,” Zo said excitedly to her friend.
“A ship? What kind,” Paulo asked her after he got up from the ground where he had been drawing in the dirt.
“That’s why I need the spyglass. Now where is it,” Zo said frantically as her eyes scanned the tiny room. Paulo sighed and went over to the large box in the corner of the tent. He pulled the spyglass out of it and handed it to Zo.
“Her you go. If you break it, I will try and kill you before my father kills me,” he said with a smile, “Now show me the ship.” Zo ran outside and towards the water. She looked behind her to make sure Paulo was there. He was, the sun glinting off his dark skin. I am the fairest skinned one in the village. Why? Zo shook her head and put the spyglass to her eye. Through it, she could see the ship better and saw the black flag it was sailing.
“It’s pirates,” Zo cried and handed the spyglass to Paulo. She spun around in the sand and plopped down in the water, not caring if her dress got wet.
“It sure is,” Paulo agreed, “I hope they’re friendly.” Zo splashed him and laughed.
“They’re the pirates that we will trade with! No one else knows where we are. This will be my first time meeting them,” Zo exclaimed, “I wonder what they’ll be like.” She sighed and let the waves wash over her.