AnElephantCant be a pirate
He is not the scariest dude on the whole Spanish Main
He makes folk walk the plank
They wave and shout thanks
Then climb up and dive off again
Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Our swashbuckling sweetheart Rochelle maps a course to a hidden treasure of cut-throat chronicles.
And AnElephant says ‘Aargh, Jim lad’, because that is all the pirate talk that he knows.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
I love to sail into a fresh bay, a previously unvisited island.
Like today, an idyllic spot, somewhere in the Caribbean.
Well, I am hardly going to draw you a map!
The indigenous population is excited to see the ship.
We hear their drums for hours before they paddle out in their primitive boats, wearing flowers and beads.
The men never question my orders.
The anchor is heaved overboard, crashing through the leading boat, taking with it an assortment of limbs.
It doesn’t matter, these people have nothing to offer me.
My cannons are already loaded and trained on the village.