POTC 4: return of the curse

[spyke]

*alarm/cd player starts to play caribbean music
a hand comes up and lays on the boom box. instead of turning it down, it cranks it up. pico rolls off her cloth hamick and rolls across the small tight walls, 5 feet apart, making her sleep curled up. she got to some stairs that lead to the rest of the bed room, her drumset, guitars on their posts, all on an upraised floor on one side of the room, where the three wide steps form her hamick compartment was. there were murals on shafts and unfinished painting on their three leged still things (forgot the name, i'll edit it when i do) and papers and papers of sketches and drawings, all over her desk, a small tv at a corner with a sunken couch and then at one corner there was a monkey gym for her monkey, who had a hamick by the window in her hamick compartment.

video game sets on shelves and many cables, and in the dark corner by her band things were computers, two but with three monitors, two pinters, a fax machine and a groovey lava lamp, by the slanting upper half of the wall. she let herself roll dopwn the stair. 'oof' she got up and stretched stepping down on the main floor. her black hakama pants still on becuase she was too lazy to take them off. she walked half way out, kicking thru papers and tripping over her books for school. multi tasking and doing all kinds of homework and research all at once was a tiring and stupid idea. she looked back at them stumbling and keeping her self up she turned around and stepped over them, remembering something. she lazily inched her way up the stage and scruffed her way to the computer. the carribean screen saver discarded, and on came 'you got mail, damn' she mumbled and looked to her mail with blinking eyes.' what the hell is sammy doin.'

she walked her way off the stage her monkey hoping onto her shoulder. 'hello minks' she sighed and got to the closet opening it up, and walking in lifting a hand trying to find the string. 'where the bloody hell.. oh wait.. they switched it to flipping a switch, ohmmm 'she said walking out and looking behind the right door, and she flicked on the light. 'ah' she said and walked back in, she looked to the right, where her school close and better shirts were, pretty individual, and nothign kacky.
she looked to her left, seeing hung up hakama pants, special belts, odd dirty looking hsirts, made to look dirty, some vests, alotta raggy and jewlafied objects, black shirts same like the white, then kimonos and shower robes, her karate siuts, jeans ripped jeans, cagro pants with many pockets, some boots along the bottom on the other side was track sneakers and converse shoes punk boots, all and. some spykey belts on a drawer in the back at the left where the cloths weren't hanging, on the back of the wall when you first look into the closet were swords, and hanging off scabbards, a red scarf in a framed case, pirates daggers on plagues, an old one shot gun in a case, actually locked up. on a shelf was a monkeys scull and a large shark tooth and a snake skeleton in a case. there was a pirates sword which cuved beautifully wth an old hilt. then there was one hanging by it's hilt on a plaque, a pirate sword with a beautiful handle, silver and black, it came with a scabbard and sheath also. the scabbard was spiked around the hanging belt buckle, he belt itself was only studded with bronz skull like spikes. and then there was a sword at the top, larger the the rest, double edged, more like a warriors sword it had a scabbard the you strap around your shoulders.
pico went up to her left side and pulled off a black button down shirt, ripped here and there, but it was made to look that way. she has a white tabg top on so she didn't button the shirt she walked out and switched off the light. kickin the right door closed, minks jumped off her shoulder, lettign her slip on the other side of the shirt, and minks pushed the left door closed and jumped back on her shoulder, she opened the door to her room and looked down 4 sets of steps and trampled down, but keeping balance, she turned off the light swithc, which also turned off the music. the door on a slant closed itself. she took the left down the end of the hall to a bathroom, and went in, to wash up and brush her teeth.

[spyke]

when pico got out, sammy was there, leaning against the door way. 'finally' she said and pushed her way in. pico just watched, as if she was a drunken pirate who didn't know what was going on, she went down stairs. there were two sets of stairs, one going down one direction, the a plateform and then turning the right there was the second steps she sat ast the buttom putting on soem black heel long boots, that were muddy. she got up and stretched pushign on the wall with her hands and yawning. she smacked the wall like in wrestling to give in on the pain. she rubbed her eyes and jogged over to the kitchen which was northeast off by the mud room where coats and shoes were, in the back, for the back yard. pico sat down on a chair and looked around. 'mom?' she mumbled. she sighed and got up goign to the cabinet and throwing it open. 'fruit loops! yesss..i thought they were done' she said and got out the box shaking it. she msirked and closed the cabinet and went to the fridge opening it. 'summer vacation rocks... i just need to drop off the homework i've missed during school, so then i can finally be free.' she snorted and put her voice in a low tone like her principle, ' graduated but needs homework in that has been missed!' she rooled her eyes pouring the last of the friut loops in the bowl and pouring milk into it. she set them down on the table and took out a spoon in a drawer by th kitchen table. she started ingulping the cereal, which woke her up in the morning.

sammy came down and grabbed the friut loops box and shook it. 'maaan' she sighed and threw it down on the ground. 'your picking that up, sam.' pico said causually with another spoon full of friut loops up to her mouth. 'no you are' sammy said grunt fully and got out rice crispes and a bowl out with a spoon she poured her cerial and milk but took a scoop of friut loops from pico's bowl and dumped it in hers stirrign it with a smirk. pico glared at her, very pissed off since she adored friut loops. she pushed sammy's chairaway with her foot under the table. 'jerk' pico claimed. 'selfish' sammy growled and scooted back in. 'arrogent and annoying. leave my friends alone, why do you always have to hang around me, sandy was my friend first, then you came along. sure be friends with her, her sister is my type anyways, sandy is just as annoying. me and dusty can relate. and stop helping with the ship. as much as i dislike sandy at times, she still can be cool, your just annoying, and dusty doesn't think your cool. she thinks her sister is more mature and less of a cry baby than you!' pico took her friut loops and pulled out fromthe table turning back and kickign under the table with her heel, so that sam's milk would go 'kaplunk!' in her face. it always did. pco walked off going out side in the back she looked up at the blue sky. she sat down on a grassy mound of dirt, that had been a dirt pile once before, until grass started growing on it. usually there was a rope hamick on it, but pico moved it down to the shade of the huge white bark oak trees further in the back. they had two goats in a pen, and a chicken coop near by. pico began to finish up her friut loops. she looked up to the small balcony by the window where her hamick compartment was. the window was long in hieght so she could just step over th low wall, like a compartment biulding. she smiled up at it then back to her food. she gave some loops to minks, she'd feed him abit, to hold him over till mom got back with the groceries.

[spyke]

when mom got back she came thru the front door. at one side the brick wall seemed to scale up to the top of the arch way in front of the old dutch door with the bronz door knocker. under the door knocker was a small black plated caged window, where inside you pulled the hatch down and opened the small window and peek outside, and nothing could be fitted thru it, because of the gated framing. pico always like to open it and put her face there, feel the wind blowing in, just trying to be let in. sammy thought her strange for doing so, probably because pico was raised more like an individual, and took up after her father.

as soon as mom came in sammy ran up to her from the right in the living room and grabbed the groceries. 'thanks mom!' she yelled and got out the box of captain crunch. 'sis!! captain crunch for lunch!!' she yelled mom took it out of her hands. 'nope i have something else planned.' she said setting the small box into the cabinet. sammy sat down on the sunken couch in the family room and watched mad TV. pico fell asleep on the oval knoll of the small hill her bowl finished and minks on a birds' swing by the back door. the small padio with red bricks and vines like italy coverign the old black plaqued lantern with the dim light made it so authentic,pico cried when she heard mom wanted to change it, so mom kept it. mom wnet to the kitchen sink looking out of the white eggshell gravel like arching window like in a warm restuarant, and saw pico. she sighed and placed the cloth down and got out minks food, some dark crispy cereal called "chunkee's for monkeyz" withbits of banana and pears and all sorta of dried friut, she soaked it in water then drained it. minks happily sung on the cruved lantern post, where pico set up a swing, just above the small italian bench by the door, and by a half barrel full of flowers. it was a great day so bright. mom went out opening the top of the door, since it was a dutch double door. she called out . 'piccolo P. Pican! get up, and feed your pet! this is the second time i had to make the food!' she stormed back to the kitchen.

pico let herself roll off the hill and grabbed the bowl and walked back in. minks jumped onto her shoulder. she closed the door and walked into the kitchen. 'you could have woke me up to do it!' she said flingign her arms out form her side placing the bowl down in the sink, what she didn't know was that sammy was trotting back into the kitchen and was close hanged. pico looked down to sammy sammy glared up. 'PICO!' she grolwed and got up slappign her arm down. pico didn't fight it so she let her arm go down. 'deserved it' she rolled her eyes. 'samantha darling can you stay around this afternoon, help me make white rice and noodles.' mom said sweetly taking sammy into her arms hugging her then grabbing pico by the shoulder and gulping her into the circle of, eck, love. pico growned. 'mom!..i have to go!' she said popping out. 'where! to sandy's..can i come!' 'no! stop following me! i have to bring my homework to the school, finally' she said rolling her eyes. 'aw, i'm so glad your responcible like so, guess it's just you and me, sam' she said still holding her under her arm smiling. 'great' sam said with a huff. pico stuck out her toungue and ran up the stairs, stuffing the books in her bag and the papers in a portfolio. 'i'm running late, so i'm going to be there for a while, to straighten the subjects out!' she yelled as she got to the front door. mom seemed steary eyed. 'she'll do so good at her job, i know it, she's evolving into such a good kid.' sammy rolled her eyes and got outa her mom's grip. 'yea right!' she went out behind pico. 'i bet you don't even care! your just going to the lagoon! to see your stupid ship.!' 'if you hate it so much then stop goign with us to see it and act in front of everyone as if you do like it, everyone knows you can't swim, a ship is your worst fear. so get off my back and go suck up to mom!' she yelled and pushed her away, she walked down the cobble stone pathway just missing the lantern in the front close to the bushery and went to the garage.

the doors on the garage were quite different. you had to push it across to open it, but it was already open she took a key chain with a couple keys and sat on a dark purple mo-ped scooter. she started it and it took flight gong down the dirt path driveway past mom's cooper and takign a right down a shady road, with large ripe green trees, the road ahead seemed to look lighter blue, and seemed to upon up, curbing abit. at teh curb long frotn yard with small house were on the other side of the road to the right, looking back the houses seemed to end on a large hill, but were opened on the left, because of the inland. if you went out in the front of pico's yard, and old ppls house would sit there, and you would be able to go over a small bridge looking down at a small pond with koe in it and you would run and and for mile down the forest it lightened here and there, with huge trees, and then suddenly nothign for at least 10 feet and you could fall off a cliff, the water was right there, and a light house by a small marketing town. pico use to go there with her father, always that way. she looked back in frotn of her and then to the left, the ocean so peacful behing the golden outstretched grass and the old wooden road side rails. she followed down past a stop sign and down the hill, where the busy street cam, and taking a right still on a slant after 240 yards of houses and private estates and busnesses, came the small towning, there was an old market called trader joe's with the best oriental things, even candy from australia and raman and noodles and rice form japan, and free coffee! there was also a nice furnature store, the coolest things with rice bowls authentic form asia india and korea glorious! then there's the town hall a little up more with the library and post office, down some streets pico rode thru small three story tight square houses and small yards, with a baseball field and then a school appeared, three stories. the thrid was dorming, for kids outa town, since it was the major highschool. pico turned into the huge parking lot down to the main entrance and jumped off running up to the door. 'locked!' she leaned against it with a thumop she looked in sighing . 'a janitor!' she tapped on the placy glass and pointed down to the handle with a surprised expression but a closed mouth. the janotior shook his head and pointed to her to go away. her expression dropped into a cinfused but pissed off look. he began to sweep again. pico thunked the door once a knock. and she pointed forcefully down again. the janitor went up to the door and motuhed out to go to the side door. pico stood there and cracked her knuckles glaring at him. 'he rolled his eyes and opened the door. 'look kid- heh!' she pushed her way in . 'i'm already late enough BOB!' she snapped. 'oh! ..pico i'm sorry.. i you've grown.' he studdered. 'yea i know.. thanks for the ply wood, we have a deal still, so don't do that again she said turning and wavign to him. 'yes.. i'm sorry!' he called back and closed the door lookign out and then went back to sweeping.

[spyke]

pico took the elevator, although you weren't allowed to, she didn't care. she took straight and then a left into the office dropping off the portfoilio of her homework. 'everythings inorder, and here are-' she took out the books and placed them on the table. 'my books. thanks, bye' she went out before the lady could say anything and she ran down the hall opening the exit door and flyign down the stair case practically slliding off the railings and stumbled out into the hall way and ran to the side door. the light bursting in her eyes. she ran aroudn to the front of the school and hoped onto her mo-ped and drove off. down to trader joe's. she parked and walked inside grabbing a pack of gum and getting a free coffee, they were small, but she had her own coffee cup, she looked around, the cost was clear she filled it up pouring sugar and half/half. she went to the counter and paid 1.50 for the gum, and told them to keep the change for the coffee. they understood her being honest and let her go with it. she got back to her mo-ped. 'PICO!!!' some one called out to her, she looked around as she placed her coffee in the mini coffee holder in a safe compartment, usually it popped out but you could slide it out and then push it back in to make it like a comfortable fittign sheld, she slid the gum in her pocket as she watched sandy and dusty come up on the qaud. 'see your taking your sister for a drive' she sqiunted her eyes from the sun and sat down on her seat. 'see you've got a different ride form last time. 'i know!.. it's better too! more liek a dirt bike than a scooter. shocks better steering, off road, the other one i gave to my sister, this one goes over 40!' she smirked. dusty nodded sandy gazed at it dusty shoved her off her shoudler. 'stop See!' sh growled she pulled over so that she was facing toward the street while pico faced toward the mart. 'where you heading to' 'the MP3, just to see how she's holdin.'

'when are we ever gonna go off on it' dusty asked looking to her. sandy turned on her seat and sat back to back with dusty. sandy was pretty mellow and a rough rider. pico thought her okay. she never complained she laughed at things she thought was funny, but never said ' i don't get it' when she didn't. she just looked away not caring. dusty rarely thought any thign funny and pico only thought the stupid asses in the world doign the stupedest things, was funny. she was a pure foozler, like the rest, except sam tried to be funny embarrassing herself and pico. hard as it may seem sandy was a good friend of sammy, who was a year younger than her and three years younger than dusty. dusty was a half year younger than pico. the eldest. 'can we tag?' 'i don't care.. sure' she shrugged and started up the ped. and swerved up to their side and dusty, always on her mark, took off side by side slowing down so the when pico took lead she'd be right behind her. they went back past the shops but didn't take the turn up to the mellow street instead they went down to the beach where everyone played. going down to theend and taking a hidden dirt road, thru split wood and then sandy with palm trees everywhere liek a savana down to a lagoon. where a great black ship was, it wasn't as big as the ones at the harbor on desplay, but it was half the size, and able to sale.

pico got off her ped and walked to the dock they made them selves, this ship was crafted by her, her firends, and BOB the manager along wih his crew, and his cousin the carpenter. for no price except to be able to see it sail someday a good price it was. pico smirked and ran over to it jumping up and clinging onto the side, pushing off the side and out slid a rampslightly and she let go, so it wouldn't snap she took it with her middle finger touchign it first and walked it out. it popped into place and pico set it to the ground and walked up it, dusty and sandy followed. pico went around it. the mast better than any other, very strong wood. pico leaned against it, and then walked up the the side rope ladders and climbed up it onto the first mast sail. 'wind protectors, i like them, pretending to be white then when they're let loose, boom! black sails!' she smirked then grabed a rooe and climbed to the gulls nest and looked out over the sea. 'man...' she said in awe. 'we need to clear out som shrubbing, so the ship will sail outa here.. and probably go snorcaling, and move rocks..or wait.. we did the rock thing' she came back down and looked at them. 'are the hamicks still abourd?' 'yep, still all here' dusty nodded and walked down sandy folloed pico took one last look watched them go down and then ran up to the mast and kissed it. 'see ya tommorow early in the mornin!' she smield and ran down. on the mast was a special plask. on the plask it read. 'to honor the greastest pirate in the world, captain jack sparrow'

[spyke]

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pico pulled up into the driveway, and the Soyal (=soy-ale) sisters kept straight down to the end of hte turn around, where their house is. pico parked the Ped. taking her coffee and empty baggage she walked to the front' locked me out, that Bi-' she stopped and just let the anger pass. she walked to the back where Muddy, the Soyal's dog was sitting on the back patio. 'hey boy, what are you doin here?' she said with a smiled and opened the door, pushing his big head away.' go you old dog, go back home, eh.. you smell bad!' she said and shut the door. she walked around past the kitchen looking into the dining room, no one then family room, no one she went up stairs and looked aroudn she went up into her room . 'what are you doing!' she yelled at sam who dropped the sword to the ground. 'i-' 'no! your dead!' she yelled and ran after her little sister who was thrwoign the green and purple soft pillows around at pico pico grabbed her holding her up and opened the door to throw her out and mom was there. 'what are you doing.' she said, with her hands at her hips. 'she was in my room!' 'well why don't you lock it.' 'does it have a key hole?! if you haven't noticed there's no key hole to lock it from the outside.' 'then we'll get a new door knob, you now how to install one rihgt. 'yea' sammy then barged in. 'but she has the computer and game systems!' 'you never use it!!!' she said pushing her down the steps. 'PICO!' 'she never uses them! and she has her own computer, she gave me so many emails! she's annoying! always following me around, even when i don't hang out with sandy, only dusty!'

'dusty is her friend to piccolo!' 'no she's not!!' she growled and slammed the door. 'your so aggrevating!' she went to her computer and the emails were deleted. 'she deleted ALL MY EMAILS!' she screached and opened the door jumping onto her and grabbing her collar. 'you little brat! they weren't ALL form you!! but you deleted the evidence and my work schedule! i had meetings! and plans!!! you ruined it all!' she wwent to puncheher, the screamign and fighting from up stairs, and mom trying to pull off pico.
"piccolo Pillard Pican!! your grounded!' she yelled from down stair tending to sam's black eye and bloody lip. pico was playign her video games. 'fine!! i don't care!! i'll just rot in here with no food!' she muttered and went on to playing her video games. being grounded wasn't so bad. she had a small mini fridge with a large dr. pepper and some left over white rice some diet sprite cans, and some taco bean dip on the buttom shelf, the corn tortilla chips were on the top of the small macrowave that was on top of the small frdge. by the sunken couch close to the corner. like a small studio. the middle floor was all cleared out, so there was some space for ppl to dance or party or wrestle, play bourd games, or set up the purple plushie chairs and the card table that as folded and leanign against the wall in the closet.

[spyke]

some hours past, white rice bowl on the floor, and raman spilt everywhere. pico was sleeping on the chair of her computer. her head cocked back, sunken dpwn legs outstretched hea phones on the music stopped playing for a long time now. an im popped up and she jumped her head flinging straight. 'ar!' she rubbed her neck and held her forehead with her other hand rubbing it andpushing off the head phones she blinked a few times to get a clear shot. 'some one requesting her to a chat room:accept?' she clicked accept.
chat room 192663000#
dustball360: hey *bling*'
sandstorm180:'yo*bling*'
samhamm77:'HI! OMG ^_^`*bling*'
she read the saluts all she typed in was .
CptPico25:'wtf*bloop*'
samhamm77:'whats yrong?*bling*
CptPico25: you guys f*ckin woke me up! what the hell is she doing on*bloop*
sandstorm180: i invited her.... im in my room dusty's in her*bling*
dustball360: no duh! sorry pico.. were you listenign to music again?
CptPico25: yea.. it stopped, then you guys popped outa no where!
samhamm77: pico's in trouble, she's grounded
dustball360: why!!
sandstorm180: what did you do this time
*samhamm77 is typing...*pause*
CptPico25: shut up!! we see you typing!
CptPico25: you better shut up!! i beat her up and she's a wuss about it
sandstorm180: haha!! sam got beat up AGIAN!
*sammhamm77 has left room*
CptPico25: better have!.... what was this crap about anyways
sandstorm180: beats me, dusty started it.. she said it was about the mp3
dustball360: yea hi sorry, k i'm back.. uhhh.. yea about the mp3, when are we gonan sail.. we secretly bought everything... are you sure this is actually happening our mom's will freak!.. and pico this is just a legend.. we'll get killed! caugth up in a storm!!
dustball360: **caught
CptPico25: if sandy is to much of a chicken or even you, then it's off.. but this is for all of us... sam's not coming
*CptPico25 has left the room*
dustball360: why?
sandstorm180: she left
dustball360: i noticed
sandstorm180: .... k night
*sandstorm180 has left the room*

[spyke]

~*next day*~

pico was packed her bag on the balcony, everyone was sleeping. she put minks onto her shoudler and she climbed out of the window. a wire above her head, above the balcony down to a tree was the escape she picked up a black glider and hooked it onto the wire holdign onto the handlesshe put her feet up on the railing, she placed the bags on her lap tucking her knees up and she released her feet crouched while sliding down the wire, minks riding on her chest. right at the end, she let the bags fall down aand she let go planting her fet onto the ground she picked up th e bags throwing them over her shoulder and minks jumped back up onto the other after gripping onto her shirt. now sittign there, she walked thru the low pine branched trees on the slippery pin needles of the dim tree surroundings in ht eback yard. barely any trees, she got to the curb of the road. sandy and suty were waiting already, their bags on a cart that was pulled by the quad. pico pushed them to the front endand she hoped into the back and they rode off she relaxed on the two wheeled cart as they went down the road. the sun wasn't up yet. sandy sat back wars her feet on the metal bar hooked up to the quad and cart. she held onto the sides. dusty drove.

they finally got to the lagoon goign threw the over gorwn dirt path up to the sandy shore line around the palm tree savanna and to the lagoon. they settled in frotn of the dock pico got out goign to the dock and gettign the ramp down. for a short while they wne tback and forth bringign bags up. pico had small space to sit at during the ride so she put up her feet over the supplies. there were thousands of gum packs, alotta rice, fire starters/lighters dried foods, rolls, apple sauce that never realy needs to be fridgerated, puddings, boxes of spegetti, cereals out of their boxes so nothign seems odd, mostly flqkes and rice crispies. all in the storage compartement filling it up and even stuffing pine apples and cans of beans they cut of the labels so that if anyone discovered it, it might seem normal. the food was piled up in this huge bin up to pico's waist and the length of a quad. pico went into her emoty captain's cabin. a small bed built into the wall and the floor, more liek a frame, where she put in a matress and sheets. the buttom of the frame opens and theres pillows and roleld up blankets and on the other side under the imprints of the stair way right under it were more blankets and towels and extra wood, and two barrels, one was filled with grains of rice and the top screwed on and off which was new. the other had clean water more so melted ice, barely melted because of the cold nights. her desk was bolted in, at the center, she had a lamp which was nailed down on it's special platform foot that bob made for her. it was a candle lamp. she has bottle of ink in the locked drawer, too many, and some feather pens she perfected at, she took her samuria sword and dodger (vicking/midevil) sword and she placed the doger on it's stand flipping the small lock pushign the two bolts that held the sword striaght at the hilt and hitched the lock onto the other bolt, that way the sword wouldn't fall out, her samauria sword was in the back on the wall, she had a small tinted window in the back, narrow and only i foot in hieght up to her head's hieght so she could look out easily. she set her cloths on the rack by the roled up blankets tht was between the bacck wall and the indentign of the stairs. she placed the nap sack down against teh wall she wore her scabbard and her pirate sword. she took her viola, sandy took her bengiflute and dusty took her small yukilalee.

[spyke2]

after 4 hours they reached the cove of an island just off the tropical region. and they waited. wiated until the tide was uber low, where they would be able to soon at full moon get the ship inside the cavern, and grab what gold was left, it it didn't work, then they'd be gorunded for life. yea. but pico was never pestimistic. she believed the tales of jack sparrow, and his big adventures. she's always believed, in having her own. just like his.

sandy came up form the ship hold with cooked white rice. 'chinese~!!!' she caleld out and pico before anyone else jumped in fornt grabbign the stemaing pot and running into the captain's quarters and slidign under her bed into and trap door it slid closed and she sat down in the canon hold. she sat there behind the fake wall, where they would hide if ever they're ship was cpatured by pirates. she snickered quietly keepign warm with it. unti lthe door slid open and she slid down the rest of the way. they looked to her with smirks. 'oy! who's watching the navigationing!' she hollard and the mates ran up she walked her back bent goign up the main stair wya, after shuttign the wall of course and she banged her body agaisnt the wall as they swerved. she stumbled up the stairs the pot in her arms as her eyes looked around be wildered. 'what the bvloddy hell is goin on!' they alsmost hit the rocks as she discovered looking to the girls looking over the port side. 'jeez' she sighed getting up. 'some oen get the bowls and silver wear'

soon enough a small little table was set by hte mast and they're silver wear (medal chop-sticks) were placed infront of them, the white rice set. 'some one pass the water please.'
the ship was anchored just five knots from distance so that when the low tide came the ship wouldn't shift close to the rocks. pico was skillful with such mathmatics when i came to ships that is.