The morning sun painted golden stripes across the pirate ship's deck, and Noelle heard the strangest thing — a soft, musical humming drifting up from somewhere below. Jackson perked his ears and tilted his head, listening too. The ship's scout always knew when something interesting was brewing. "What could be making that sweet sound?" Noelle wondered aloud, as Jackson trotted toward the ship's cabin, nose twitching with curiosity.
The morning sun painted golden stripes across the pirate ship's deck, and Noelle heard the strangest thing — a soft, musical humming drifting up from somewhere below. Jackson perked his ears and tilted his head, listening too. The ship's scout always knew when something interesting was brewing. "What could be making that sweet sound?" Noelle wondered aloud, as Jackson trotted toward the ship's cabin, nose twitching with curiosity.