It's late afternoon, that kind of right before the dusk, right before the day finally lies down with the stars. Everything you see bathes in surreal light of the late sun rays, rendering the whole world magical and unreal. The coat of evening silence slowly wraps around the neighbourhood calming it down as the sun falls down its' last bits. The peace is being disturbed only by a symphony of late afternoon birds and crickets waking up for their nocturnal soireé.

Your parents are one by one starting to call for all of you to get home, probably to eat dinner or to prepare your things for tomorrow hoping to prevent any unnecessary delays once they are bringing you to school. But you can't hear them.

This time of the day calls for an adventure, and all you can hear is the war cry of your comrades in arms. You are in the middle of a sea battle trying to defend your pirate ship. The cannons roar like mountain lions as they release cannonballs directed at the enemy's ship followed by white smoke and the smell of freshly burnt fire powder. The battle is fierce, and losing is not allowed. This bloody skirmish between you and the other crew draws the line between honour and damnation. And the winner takes all.

You unleash the beast within you as you deflect attacks with your jagged curved saber in one hand and holding the rope of your ship with the other. Sweat runs down your skin as you jump from one rope to another, fighting all opponents at once.

The battle goes on forever, the enemies are countless and you are fighting for life defending your ship. You live by the black flag, you die by it.

You drop out of the role of an intrepid pirate of the seven seas as your mom appears below your precious treehouse with an angry face. You already know why she is annoyed. She comes under the treehouse only when you don't hear her screaming at you from the house. “Damn it” you think. Just when it was starting to get interesting.

You say goodbye to your friends in the treehouse, walk around the imprecisely built wooden balcony, rest the baseball bat and climb down the ladder to your mom to attend to your real life duties. Bummer.

As you get closer to the entrance of your sweet home, you stop and look over your shoulder.

The treehouse stands there. Abandoned, yet still inviting to an adventure. Visible, yet partly hidden in the shadows. Lit only by the dark mellow evening light it looks like something entirely different.

Almost like a pirate ship.