Thursday, January 2, 2014
The Crow's Nest
"What do you see ahead, Mr. Barkley?" Cap'n Timmy hollered to his faithful lookout in the ship's crow's nest.
"There's a ship approaching, Cap'n Timmy!" responded Barkley.
"Good! Then raise the Jolly Roger, it's full scale assault for booty!"
"Ha, ha, Cap'n Timmy," laughed Barkley. "This is so fun!"
"Why are you laughing, Mr. Barkley?" asked Cap'n Timmy.
"Because we're obviously in one of those adorable children's books where a supposed great adventure turns out to be the whimsical fantasy of a young boy and his dog."
Cap'n Timmy pulled out his pistol and shot Barkley, who fell from the crow's nest into the frigid sea below.
"Poor bastard!" sneered Cap'n Timmy. "Even he got misled by the stupid ass names Perry Block has given us."
Maybe it was partially the misleading names I gave the characters, but the picture prompt above upon which this week's Friday Fictioneers story is based sure didn't help clarify things either. No, Cap'n Timmy is not 4 years old and Mr. Barkley not 4 legged! And their story comes not from the dreams of children, but from the annals of bloodthirsty plunder on the Spanish Main.
Speaking of annals, you can dig deep into the annals of the other Friday Fictioneers by clicking right here on the word "annals." I assure you "annals" is not a dirty word, although after so overusing it in this paragraph I'm not sure I can assure myself the same thing.
Full speed ahead, everyone, and on into 2014. And for god's sakes, stay out of the crow's nest!