he felt something rough licking his face...he opened his eyes...the sun shone glaringly...he saw a long short-legged dawg and long snout staring at him...he tried to get up but his head span...he staggered to his feet...saw the inn with the doors hanging off...with trepidation he peered in....the place was wrecked a dead turtle lying in the corner...then it started coming back.......
on the deck...a shout ...a blow...waking on the beach ....looking at the horizon and seeing his ship with what looked like a huge pair of ears on the poop...he had ran to the inn...his nightwatchmen were useless...Keith and Ollie were sat at opposite ends of the bar with a turtle with a bottle of rum and a shot glass on its back betwwen them......hurry come on me ships gorn,,,,,,,,,no lad your uncle Michael has took it for a refurb it'll be back in a couple o days...laughed Ollie......Dear boy don't fret shouted Keith.....the pirate looked at the two drunken scurvey dogs ......i haven't got an uncle Michael you fools....wheres the rum!!!
6 hrs later...trying to curb their drinking the two men were trying to slow down waiting for the turtle to reach their end o the bar then they had a shot which worked perfectly until Ollie went to the little pirates room....Keith decided he was thirsty so pulled out his snaphance and blasted the turtle off the bar...unbeknownst to him that Tortugans held the turtle as their lucky talisman and this one was THE oldest.....Keith grabbed the rum and made for the door...uproar ensued and all the pirate could remember was being hit on the back of the head by a beer barrel.....
he left the inn and staggered down to the beach...the ship was gone but its rope was there...something ...he pulled in the rope and was amazed to see several baskets filled with various items...fresh fruit,coconuts,in another a lovely aroma...spiced pork...still warm...strange...lots of tiny swords and wee umbrellas, spare stalkings,several crates of rum and in the last one a sturdy stick...probably to poke things with....and an odd boot...he now new....he had something to live for...in the last basket was an unsigned note.....we are going to find ya shipn track down the big eared pirate wot took it ya friends tole us the story.....
a tear leaked from his eye...they would not let him down...he sat on the warm sand...come Peanut whose tail was wagging like a hummingbirds wings...we have work to do...no rum till big ears pays the piper...to the hidey hole for some gold fer snipers,carvel planks and genoa sails and maybe some nanas drachma if those two dawgs aint pinched me gems.....no rum no sleep til theyre back we'll be ready and waiting and then we shall parrttaaaaayyyyy!........
LOL. cute story. always hope at the end of the day!!! ye friends are here matey! by the way, can I have me stalkins back? me bare feet are getting cold. <g>
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Arrr, I be happy ya found da pokie stick, it'll give ya hours of free entertainment...ya hang in thar, we be gettin ya ship back fer ya.
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Nezzle, dat be a wonderful tale. The be a fine time to pass some of that navigational prowess you got up in da noggin to the wee ones you got. Always pass along the family noggin stew.
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Mehaps Big Ears was Cap'n Mickey. Were the ears flat but round, covered in short black fur? He has a high-pitched laugh and a big nose, he does. ^_^
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