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Of course, as a writer, there always needs to be improvement done and grammar errors is always going to occur. I'm surrounded by other writers, so I decided to do this. If this does good then I'll make a series out of it. Such as other post I'm secretly proud of, though I know the writing and the description can improve. Anyways have fun! I hope my writing isn't too bad:

Copper was the last to leave the raft since she was one of the few that roped the small boats on deck, hiding them behind hanging tree branches that touched the tip of the water gracefully. A few tiny evergreen leaves embellished the darkening waters upon Rivers of America. Some of the leaves either stayed afloat, surfing the small ripples that were caused by fish below whereas the other leaves stuck to the deck’s legs or the edge of the raft. Specifically, the trees were called Golden Curl Willows. Hiding the boats was simply for the sake of covering the team’s tracks. Her many years fighting for the park had taught her harsh lessons, but these procedures were necessary. Once done with her tasks Copper quickly caught up with the group to escort the last few people entering the island. Ready with her bat in hand; her only weapon at the moment, and her senses on high alert, soon after the fresh crew arrived to the Fort she returned back to the rafts; so she could review what was collected.
Sitting under the shadows, in one of the rafts, under a tree with beams of moonlight being one of the very few sources of light, the lanterns being another. It allowed Copper to see through the dark. It was always a good idea to loot other people’s weapons, at least in her case, even though she stayed a little longer to thoroughly examine the swords and pieces of jewelry. After finding nothing sinister besides coldness in her grip, Copper picked up everything and carried them back to the Fort. While passing by the group she noticed Blaze was making his announcements. Admittedly, Copper only glanced over it and didn’t care much to listen. She heard them all anyways. Instead, she went straight to the storage room and took her time organizing the newest additions of loot along with the other weapons. During her time in the storage room she scoured for another Mossberg; however, she was unsuccessful to find a shotgun. The one she used this evening was her very last. She hissed out a frustrated sigh through her mouth with her forehead planted against the wooden wall. As weird as it was, change was hard on her. The Mossberg was something she was close to and had stayed with her for many battles.
For a moment she closed her eyes and allowed some deep breathing to pass through her nose. Something she didn’t do often was give herself a break. Without wanting to feel a lingering lost Copper decided to pick another handheld weapon, such as a dagger. Of course, with the use of a dagger it would mean the attacks would be short range and intimate with the attacker. This was something she had done before, but honestly liked the shotgun the most. Besides, aiming for targets was much easier with the use of a gun. When she felt as if she could move on she focused upon something materialistic. For now she wasn’t quite certain what to do with the golden treasures, so she bagged the bling into a black bag, reusable bags that hung from the hooked walls then placed it on the floor by corner of the room.
Completely, unphased from the possible millions of dollars that was in her hands, Copper kept busy. There was a lot to do. Since Blaze’s schedule was currently occupied, she would have to report in about the newest storage update later. She left the room and locked it behind her.
As the night progressed, Copper could be found on top of one of the highest Fort towers wearing a lettermen Mickey Mouse jacket that was two sizes too big, it severed a bit like a security blanket. Although she spent years upon defending herself and the others, she was still scared that this may be her last. The fear factor always lingered after surviving another night with the villains. It was quite stressful. Copper’s fingertips were still shook from trying to calm her nerves. Her eyes carefully surveying the park over the dark murky waters, fortunately witnessing no activity from there. She adjusted her focus towards mumbling whispers of the folks on the ground below. Though she was only an earshot from the area, she couldn’t make out the words. Besides hearing the voices she could hear pieces of nature that were awake in the middle of the night, namely the grass and tree branches that swayed back and forth in the soft night breeze, crickets produced their own miniature orchestra, and an unnamed owl echoing hoots can be heard from afar. But then there was an added noise that could be heard from the center of the Fort; feet that shuffled along the dirt laden ground. Hearing that last distinct noise was evident enough to her that the newest group of kids were tired and didn’t have enough energy to fully pick up their feet off the ground.
That was the moment a blue light shot out into the sky from the center of the Fort. Her jaw nearly dropped as she watched in awe. It was similar to a firework except when it expanded into a cluster of blue brilliant lights and it was soundless. The distinct popping noise and boom was missing, but was something she didn’t miss. A part of her never like that sound anyways. Copper eyed the bluish sparkling brightness until it faded into darkness.