Audacity succeeds as often as it fails

The girls chest puffs out at her fathers comment about her new hat and a crooked smile crosses her face, “Would I even be able ter try an' make m'self a captain if I didn' 'ave a hat?” She gave her old man credit, he wouldn't have missed the way Scald was sulking or Dread was hanging around, or the way she barely seemed to be on the island in recent weeks. “I been thinkin', dangerous, I know,” She left a break to snicker at her own comment, brilliant smile never leaving her face. “I wan'ter start a band, get back ter m'roots, yer know?” After all, she had been born a pirate, “Act under a cover o' tradin', we can let yer know where th' easy targets are, come help if yer get in th' shit, but get out there an' move around, eyes an' ears, slip in a few raids o' our own.” It all made perfect sense to her, but how would her old man take it?

“Speech”