Captain Barbossa’s face paled as horror gripped him. The noise of three little eight year old girls playing, giggling and carrying on, made the pirate shake in his boots. “D’god make th’ noise stop! I cannot put up wit’ all this caterwaulin’!”
“You mean like zeeeeeeeees?” “And zeeeeeees?” The triplets burst into giggled before chasing each other around the pirate, screaming happily.