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).
That’s it.
© C. Hase
Buccaneer
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.
Nice narration.
All the Best
Tina from The Sunny Side of Life
Well done. Liked your poem too. 🙂
so hostile!! AnElephant must be having a bad day as he channels that pirate!
That is one heartless pirate. Great narrative voice – the dispassionate tone conveys his attitude perfectly. 🙂
Essence of piratehood: nothing worth sharing, everything worth stealing. Sigh.
I liked AnElephant’s poem too. Fun and wholly un-piratey.
Colonialism in a nutshell!
Good piece AEC.
He seems so appreciative of the lovely setting, and the welcoming canoes, and then comes the carnage! Wow. Well told, Elephant.
Dear AEC,
Reminded me a bit of the events leading up to the demise of Captain Cook…sort of. Well navigated story.
Aloha,
Doug
Cold yet enthusiastic… a bloodthirsty pirate indeed!
Nice work.
Halfway through I was expecting a cannibal islander greeting. (You know, bring the crew ashore and invite them–chortle–to dinner.) But bloodthirsty pirates work too!
We are cruel, aren’t we. Such a dispassionate voice that fills me with too many emotions. Well done.
Nicely done.
Well done getting me to hate someone in less than 100 words.Sadly I think that was a common occurrence in days gone by and sadly it probably still happens in possibly less obvious fashions. I hope the Captain was given a serve by the friendly locals.
What a heartless buccaneer! I hope the natives have a local surprise to serve the pirates before their home is laid waster.
All my best,
MG
We need to make him walk the plank. Nice narration!
I liked an elephants poem.
Oh, I do wonder how many times this happened “in the old days” and how often it will happen in the future. Man always plunders man.
Ah, it happened (happens) far too often.
Yes, this photo speaks of wreckage. Well done!
I hope his cannon backfires 🙂
Yikes!
That was graphic.
Whether pirate or discoverer or conquerer… you make me question the difference. Very thoughtful, and beautifully written. Love the planks, too.
Mean! Mean pirate! But then I suppose nice wasn’t their stock in trade, whatever Disney might say.
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Dear Elephant,
You got my dander up in a hundred words. The dispassionate voice of the pirate made me ache for the poor indigenous folk. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle