I want to be a pirate

I jumped from mast to mast over the sea rushing up to my face then crashing down again. Crocodiles swam towards me and I killed them with my orange sword. I jumped down, so I was level with the dead. "Peter" my mum called bringing me back to reality I jumped down and collapsed on the floor. Megan, my sister, scooped my up and put me in my high chair. I was screeching wanting to continue on the big, pirate ship like sofas, within my imagination, minutes later I was playing again. I ran wildly, but my vivid imagination had gone.