Reposted from here. Aaaarrrr, me hearties!” “Oo-arrr, me hearties!” “No,” Captain Greyflash sagged, his voice returning to normal. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his left hand. “Not ‘oo-arr’. We’re pirates, not farmers.” “Actually, Captain, I am a farmer,” piped up a smaller recruit. “I was travelling across to open a sugar farm
Reposted from here. Geographical reference The lush vegetation on the shore of Umboi Island was, as ever, a cacophony of avian squawks, shrieks and croaks. This time, however, the bird cries echoing out onto the Dampier Strait seemed more ordered, somehow, as if each long hooked bill spoke in turn. The source of the clamour
Reposted from here. He leaves the plastic cutlass sticking out between two pale puckered chickens. The trolley sails further down the meat aisle, plastic glints like surf in the strong supermarket lighting. “Shall I get sausage rolls or cheese and onion ones?” Mum’s shopping for his pirate birthday party. Harry wants an Iron Man party.
Reposted from here. The Fleet ship glided by, curling the edge of the nebula in its wake. Jeffrey waited for five minutes, then switched his engines back on. The sleek, white-spattered black hull eased forward out of the gases, and sped in the opposite direction to the Fleet ship. The Fleet ship noticed, turned, but
Reposted from here. His boots hit the deck with a thud, just in front of my nose. The cutlass landed, point down, quivering in the deck next to them. My heart pounded, my head fuzzy, too exhausted from the fight to move. Then, a hand made itself clear. A scarred, dirty hand, bejewelled and tattooed.