As maybe a couple of you know, I love to write even more than I love to skin. So, MonorailblueS and I decided to have a battle. The theme was Pirates.

Feedback is appreciated. I stink at realistic fiction writing, so this was kind of difficult for me. I'm a fantasy lover by nature, but this was the best I could do.

Now, I accept the fact that this is pretty awful, because I had no ideas whatsoever pertaining to the theme, but I tried. xD

Without further ado... the story!

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"Raar!" Kendall heard her little brother screech. He was running around the house in a t-shirt and pajama pants, waving his plastic pirate sword and gritting his teeth in what he apparently thought was a menacing fashion at the painings on the walls.

"Marcus, will you keep it down a little, please?" Kendall groaned. "I'm doing homework."

"I'm a pirate!" Marcus objected. "Pirates are loud!"

"Pirates were also immoral people that killed people indiscriminately and burned villages," Kendall objected. "They did not have parrots, and they probably never sang sea shanties. The dialect that people call pirate is actually a Middle English accent, as well, so if you want to be an accurate pirate, you're going to have to go further than loud."

"Kendall, be nice," their mother chided from the kitchen where she was preparing dinner. "He's only four. Kids need to pretend. When you were that age, you were no exception."

Kendall didn't really take these words to heart. "Whatever. But I have work to do. I'm finishing this in my room."

She gathered up her homework and climbed the stairs to her bedroom. She sat down on her bed and looked at the homework. It was math homework. Ugh.

In the margins of the paper, someone had doodled a tiny inkpen drawing of a little pirate holding a spyglass. Presumably her immature math teacher, Mr. Doyle. She had found his doodles on a lot of her papers before.

Math was a drag, but Kendall finally got through it, with the help of a chicken sandwich that her mom had cooked for her. Now that her schoolwork was done, her first order of business was to check her 'social media'. Namely, Planet Minecraft. Kendall wouldn't admit it to any of her friends, but she was a thorough geek.

Two notifications - a diamond and a comment. Kendall was a texturer; she designed texture packs. So far she had three on her account - one simplistic, one realistic, one Pokemon-themed. (Again, Kendall was a massive geek.) The comment was on her realistic one.

"Excuse me, cookies," the comment read (her username was cookies34 after her late guinea pig), "but I think this texture pack I found on the minecraft forums is an edit of yours."

Kendall groaned. Project thieves were jerks. She thanked the commenter, then clicked the provided link over to the Minecraft forum page.

The commenter was right; the texture pack was indeed a tracing of Kendall's. Not only that, but the forum page also gave a link to texture pack download pages on three other websites.

Kendall slumped down lower over the table, staring gloomily at her laptop screen. It would take forever to round up these pirated copies of her texture pack.

There was that key word again. Pirated. Pirates had been causing her a lot of trouble today.

Kendall sighed, put her hands on the keyboard, and got to work.