Hibiscus Island: Number 5 : The Files

Erin walked over to a hammock and picked a stack of papers of it and walked over to the bars and pulled a barrel in front of it so he could sit. He looked at the first page then read,
'Jesse Kilber, Age 15, Grade 9, Grade Point Average B+, in music grade point average A+, reccomended by 8th grade Band teacher Timothy Orgin.'
"That be the part of the boy-o's record, I've got the 'ole thing here." He turned the page so it faced me. I was silent. How could they get his records, I thought. "Now I've already looked and there is no 'Dani' in the files, that ain't your real name is it?"
We stared at each other for a couple minutes. Jesse told them my name!? I thought angrily.
"Dani... Dani..." He muttered, thinking aloud, "Daniel... That's it your name be Danielle." He told me.
"Thanks, but I know my name." I snapped. He was silent flipping through the papers muttering the alphabet as he went.
"Cunter.... Daina... Daniel... Daniela... There it is, Danielle..." He smirked, which he did a lot, and set down all of the papers except five. "Okay then, You aren't Danielle Andrew, a red head." He set down the top page. I hate the process of elimination. "Or Danielle Caben, only four foot five." He set down another paper, "Or Danielle Garpent, you're way under two hundred pounds, that fatty girl." And way rude way way rude. He was now on his last paper. "So you must be Danielle Saito," he cleared his throat,
'Danielle Saito, Age 14,'
"You're older than I thought." He laughed. What is with these people and insults! I thought angrily.
'Grade 9, Grade point Average A+, Writing Grade point average A+, Music Grade point average A, Recommended by Sandra Roihue. 8th Grade schedule, Geometry, Science, Chorus, Social Science, Creative Arts, English.'
"Aww, that's so cute. You weh in Chowus" Erin said in a baby voice, teasing me.
"Where did you get that information?!?" I demanded.
"That be for me to know and you not to." He said. "There is also much more here. Thing ye would be surprised about. Like the person you fancy."
"Yeah right." I laughed.
"That be true." He said. "By the way ye can expect not to eat for the next four days. Unless..." I was silent, "unless you would rather join the crew." He said smirking. I laughed.
"I'm not stupid." I laughed. "I wrote a story about pirates once, I had to study their rules. If someone was to join the crew without permission of the Captain, with be killed and said to be lost at sea. Like I said I'm not stupid."
"So you aren't." He laughed, insultingly.
"Why are you so rude!?" I asked. "Do you just enjoy torturing people?"
"Yes actually." He smirked. A got up and set his papers in his hammock and pushed the barrel to the side again. "I'll be seein' you later, love."
"AND STOP CALLING ME LOVE YOU RETARDED PIRATE!!!!!" I screamed at him as he walked off. He stopped in the middle of stairs and backed down, he grabbed a bottle of what I suspected was rum and threw it at me. I flinched as it hit bars and shattered, spraying me with the foul smelling drink. He walked over and bent down.
"For one I wouldn't be calling the one that be takin' care of you retarted. And I can call ye what I be wantin', see you poppet." he snarled walking off. I was silent.