"It'll be nice. It'll distract me from missing Nani and Stitch and Jumbaa and Plinkley." She hadn't heard what precocious had ever meant before, even though she'd heard teachers call her "special" and in need of special attention and classes. Of course, they hadn't thought she could overhear. "Does that mean that I don't get along with the other kids? Because I usually don't. They treat me different 'cause of my parents." She shrugged a little and looked out the window, mostly paying attention to the scenery.
Until he mentioned pirates.
"PIRATE. Um. Please." Who would go to regular school when you could learn to buckle swashes?