Frank Lampard

“yelled Charlie. “Knock it in!” called Louise. Max took a few steps back, spun on the spot, and kicked the ball with his hind legs. It bounced off a barrel and flew up toward the crow’s nest. He wagged his stubby tail in triumph. It’s going in…. thought Frankie. He did it! Just as the ball hovered over the goal, Tito flapped into view and batted it with his wing. The ball spun over the edge of the ship and landed with a splash. “Drats and cats!” barked Max. Everyone ran to the deck rail. “Our throw-in,” said Louise. Frankie saw the water churning with dozens of triangular fins. “Sharks!” he shouted. One of the deadly creatures broke the surface of the water. “If they eat the ball, we can’t get home!” said Charlie. But instead of swallowing the ball, the shark nosed it out of the water. Another one batted it into the air. A third thumped the ball with its tail. “I guess sharks like soccer, too!” said Frankie. “Either that, or they don’t like the taste of leather,” said Charlie. After passing it back and forth among themselves, one of the sharks flicked the ball back toward the deck, over their heads. It stopped in midair, right on Rolf’s hooked hand.”
― Frank Lampard, Frankie vs. the Pirate Pillagers