"Is she dead?"
"Blackbeard the pirate took her."
"Charles was my grandfather's name. My grandfather died and they named me Charles."
"I want Crimson!"
"Get down! The Indians will see you."
"The Indians went away. I want Crimson!"
"We could name this beach after Crimson."
"Aw, what do you know? It's only a beach."
"We could name the whole wide world." Charlie gestured expansively.
The green sand of the beach became crimson. The sky had a crimson glow.