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A Pirate's Quest
It was quite an adventure. I never had sailed. Appearances looked like the last trip had failed. “That rickety old thing? Ya’ sure it will float?” Nodding my friend said, “Don’t call it a boat.” We sat in the back as his Dad came up top. He was dressed like a pirate. I felt my jaw drop. Wielding a sword, his clothes were so cool. He was twisting and jabbing as if in a duel. “What’s going on?” I asked with concern. My buddy said, “Watch, pay attention and learn. He thinks he’s the Captain, that this is his ship. Listen-up, or it could be a very long trip.” My eyes were wide open as he tucked in his sword. This might be a journey I could not afford. “Arrrr…, fresh blood,” he said pointing at me. “Are ye brave enough, boy, to sail the high sea?” I cautiously nodded responding, “Yes sir!” He then threw me a coat, why I’m not sure. He leaped towards the cabin taking hold of the wheel. His eye-patch and peg-leg looked pretty darn real. “Shiver me timbers and spindle me toes. Nubs to the wind, which way dar she blows? You’ll swab up them decks and dust off them planks. Ahoy ye scoundrels now scrub out ‘dem tanks.” “Clean out the gallows and hoist up that mast, I feel a storm brewing, It’s coming in fast. We seek buried treasure, medallions and pearls, cast off this island and straighten them curls. Avast ye mates, ye stench of the earth, we’ll fight to the death whatever it’s worth. Keep an eye out for crocs. Be ready to shoot. Be wary of pirates, they be after our loot.” Crashing through waves like butter through steel, the seduction of danger was casting appeal. When this incredible journey was finally done, I said, “Thanks for the ride in your boat, it was fun.” Suddenly the veins in his eyes turned to red. My friend shook his head exclaiming, “You’re dead.” He wielded his sword like a Samurai Knight. I said, “Captain, I don’t think you heard me just right. If you thought I said boat, you misunderstood. I said … thanks for the coat, it fit me real good.” He then patted my head, put his weapon away. My friend said, “Nice save, you can live one more day.”
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