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fandomhigh2019-12-11 02:39 am
betterthanaplan) wrote in fandomhigh2019-12-11 02:39 am
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So You Want to Be a Pirate!, Wednesday, period two
So a funny thing happened on the way to the Danger Shop today. Duke, under the questionable influence of what he'd foolishly thought was just a normal snow shower, had decided that he could heroically rescue the little shivering green thing he saw scuttle into a bush.
Which would be how he ended up in front of his class today, wearing a dish towel tied around his head as a bandana and leaning on a crooked stick as a crutch, which a very confused porg perched on his shoulder.
"Hello, my little cabin boys and girls!" he greeted boisterously, with a much more subtle yet still distinct pirate-y accent. "'Tis I, Long John Silver. I seem to have been summoned here to this fine ship to assist in teaching you all the ways of the sea! In particular. . . ." He dug around in his pockets, then looked at the porg. "Polly?"
The porg spat out a crumbled up piece of note paper.
"Thank you, Polly. You're a delightful lobster." He shook the excess porg spit from the paper and examined it. "Yes, in particular, according to this note, 'sea shanties finally dammit'." He handed the note back to the porg, who promptly ate it again. "Now, I don't know about this 'finally' business, but I do know a good jaunty tune or two. So we'll be singing one of those today. Aren't you all lucky! Let's begin."
Which would be how he ended up in front of his class today, wearing a dish towel tied around his head as a bandana and leaning on a crooked stick as a crutch, which a very confused porg perched on his shoulder.
"Hello, my little cabin boys and girls!" he greeted boisterously, with a much more subtle yet still distinct pirate-y accent. "'Tis I, Long John Silver. I seem to have been summoned here to this fine ship to assist in teaching you all the ways of the sea! In particular. . . ." He dug around in his pockets, then looked at the porg. "Polly?"
The porg spat out a crumbled up piece of note paper.
"Thank you, Polly. You're a delightful lobster." He shook the excess porg spit from the paper and examined it. "Yes, in particular, according to this note, 'sea shanties finally dammit'." He handed the note back to the porg, who promptly ate it again. "Now, I don't know about this 'finally' business, but I do know a good jaunty tune or two. So we'll be singing one of those today. Aren't you all lucky! Let's begin."