*the Jolly Roger cuts through the smooth, glass-like water of the lagoon easily, taking a course outwards to slightly deeper water and around the island's coast. Her sails are raised, the skull-and-crossbones flag snapping sharply in the warm breeze. The captain is leaning on the gunwales by the swing guns, looking out over the water*
((OOC EDIT: Heh. Hook hates this one -
I love it. I think he should take notes. ))