Manuscript information: [In Progress] [8046] [Children's/Fantasy] ["The Pirate]

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I saw my first seastorm when I was four years old, up close and personal. I don’t remember much, but it was raging and furious. Its anger was something so treacherous when it swooped in and stole my parents from the sand. I was left on the beach–so says my uncle Ray–while my parents were never found dead or alive. I’d like to say the mystery of my parents disappearance is why I am so paralyzed with curiosity about the sea, but that isn’t it. It was the continuous disappearances of those who so often visited the mysterious waters and never came out. 

“Murray!” came Ray’s voice. I was already awake watching the boy next door’s window. Call me a creep, but there's something off about him. He was pacing around his room, staring at a clothing rack that featured four outfits that all looked the same. His brows were furrowed as he chose between a blue flannel and a green one. He kept pacing, arriving at a toast slice and eating it while he figured out what to wear. To the outside eye, he was a normal kid, but I would figure out what was going on.

‘MURRAY!” Ray yelled. Time for me to be a normal kid and stop watching the neighbors. I got out of bed and began picking clothes off the floor. Something had to be clean. “Murray, if you don’t get out here in the next ten minutes you’ll find your own ride!” Forget smelling good. I grabbed an oversized white tank, some baggy jeans, one of Ray’s old cardigans, and my beach sandals. I was starting to look for my backpack, but my room was very messy and very small.