The tale I am about to tell is as true as a pirate story could be or my name aint Jack Ketch second matey of the ship Wyndswept which flies under the Skull and bones. The Capt'n her name is Mennolly it ar, First Mateys Tyrant and Scalawagy are me friends as friends as Pirates can be but... one never knows about pirates they'do!
It t'war a clear cloudy day it war, as I recall the sun shone brightly on the coco colored sand. "Yarr maties we're a shore" Yelled Capt'n Mennolly.
Scalawagy and Tyrant grumbled as they pulled the heavy treasure chest up the beach. " Heave to it" yelled Mennolly "Don't get the goodies wet mateys!!! ..Yarr"
Tyrant yelled "This Capt'n Mennolly is a tough one she ar" Scalowagy scowled as those his thoughts were somewhere else.
"Yarr yelled Tyrant again don't get your pantaloons in a knot Capt'n"
Tica the parrotta cried out "Pieces of eight Pieces of eight swap the decks you crabmeats" That bird will be pirate stew one these days I thought to myself. Buts I know Tyrant wouldn't take kindly to us eatin his pet bird. Yarr these dark pirate thoughts keep swirlin in me head..a well guess cause it is a pirate I are YARR
Scalawagy looking about nervously ... I wondered to meself.. It t'war like he was looking for something on the horizon?
Weez all put our backs into the heavy chest ., the young lads doing more than this tired old sea dog could. The cave in the cove was quite secluded and was a good hiding spot as a treasure spot could be. There were a huge bay to anchor the Wyndswept. "I swept the area looking for the necessary things any good pirate town should have..Jack Ketch knew a few good things about settin up a pirate town I do"
There were plenty of trees around to do the necessary repairs where the last sea battle scares had made the Wyndswept look a bit less than seaworthy. Her sails needed to be sewn and the railings by the cannon needed to be repaired as some were very splintered from being fired at with birdshot from the Hinde's cannons, " "Oh wat a day it were as we plundered and looted before it sank to Davy Johns Locker, the fat nobles rowing there row boats to some forgattn shore" YARR" I laffed to myself as I recalled silently.
"Put yer back to this Jack and quit daydreamin you silly old windbag" Scallywag called out to me. He still seemed to me like he was watchin or waitin for something in particulars but I could not make it out no i could not.
Capt Mennolly and her huge dog Lam came rushing down the beach the sight of the beastie made me quiver inside, his jowls massive and still covered with blood from the battle of the day before, I had seen with me own eyes the beast rip apart a pirate or two ...I did I swear. One knows not to mess with that beast YARRR
The lads had the chest in and burried the Cap'tn did the necessary adjustments to the map and paced it out. Tica was still babbling about loading Canons I swar that bird must have shell shock.
The maties went about gatherin firewood so that I could set down and finish off a pot of good pirate stew befar we fell off to sleep.
The birds started flocking to the trees getting ready to roost for the night. And I saw again Scallawaggy looking nervously out to sea "for what I do not know" hmmm .... we'd have to let this thought settle into my pirate dreams as I set me hammoc' under a couple of palms and used my duffel as a pillow I felt the weight of night coming onto me eyes as closed them and started thinking about the magnificient treasure we had just buried........
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