Meanwhile, out on the horizon, a storm was
brewing. The sky was the color of very bad corfee, brown with swishes of milky
clouds, and the sea was grey. The
pirates returned to their ship, carryin all the fishes an the iceboxes, an
singin pirate songs. Up on the foredeck, Captain Morgashi was pacing back and
forth tryin to decide who to rob next. They had food for at least a week but
they needed gold, because nobody take you seriously as a pirate unless you gots
lotsa gold.
"Pirate Roberts," sed the Captain.
"When was the lastest time we robbed the bank ship from Lundun?"
"Dunno, Captain. Seems like it's been a
while."
The little pirate with the spectacles an the
clipboard said, "Captain, some of the men are asksin if we cud maybe rob
somebody of their chili sauce to go with the fish."
"Chili sauce?" roared the Captain.
"What'll people think of us if we run aroun robbin people of their
condiminiments? Gold! That's what real pirates steal!"
Down on the main deck there were ominuss
murmurs from the men. The captain had to think fast. A storm was a bad time to
hafta be worryin about a possibul mutiny. A small lightbulb appeared above his
head.
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