|Re: The Adventures of Pirate John|
Subject: Re: The Adventures of Pirate John
by Overmoon on 2009/7/23 18:35:34
How I Got in Jail (Part 2)
The next day, I met with my inside contact - a dissatisfied waiter at Marge's who got fed up with the fact that she never gave him a raise for the past ten years. (Interestingly enough, his savings consisted of 200 pennies. At least being a pirate had more dignity in it, plus you get to work for yourself.) His name was Barry, and he told us to meet him at the docks at dawn.
"Hey, what happened to the girl you was takin' with you on dis' raid?" he asked.
"What girl?" I replied.
"You said," Barry explained, "you was bringin' youself an' a girl name Polly."
Oh. Now I understood. Polly sounds like Pauly. Luckily Pauly had no idea what was going on, and sat on a jagged granite rock, weaving his toes in the sand. I carefully and expertly handled the situation. Elini woulda been proud of me.
"Forgetta bout all this nonsense, boy," I boomed. "Polly's what I'm gonna name the parrot I get with da ale money, an' not some sobbing, crybaby, deck hand."
Pauly looked up at me, his eyebrows descending into a steep V. His auburn hair stood on end as if I rubbed it with a balloon. His gray eyes even seemed to darken a little?
Expert handling, huh?
Okay, I was a bit harsh. I would apologize to him. I resolved to be extra nice and give him a parrot, too, once I got money. I would name it Pauly Jr.