This is what Charlotte writes.

03.26.08

“Hold your breath,” he warns, grabbing my hands, pulling me under
We hit the pool’s bottom and struggle to stay below
Unable to surface, because that means death by swordslash
Such are the lives of fearsome pirates

When the pressure is too great and I’m really out of oxygen
I pull him to the surface and gasp into the hot summer air
We burst from the water, race against the burning concrete, and collapse in the shade, hands out for popsicles
Such are the lives of fearsome pirates