The Endless Merriment

The Endless Merriment

“Ahoy!” Hollered the ship hands as he swabbed yonder poop deck. The bow was glistening in the setting sun.

“Arr! What ye be doing up there? Ye mustn’t be swabbing too long lest ye wish to wash off the clear coat!” called captain Black Beard.

The scallywags furled the sails and prepared for a night of cackle fruit and grog. Loaded to the gunwalls, they were. The bung holes dripped of ole Nelson’s folley and the scent of salmugundi filled the barque. Ole Black Bear had his tankard of the clap of thunder and was getting a wee bit squiffy.

As the men went about their fun they went to examine the coffer. It was filled to the brim with doubloons, escudos, and weapons. Sitting on top of the treasure was a belaying pin of which they stole off an enemy ship. Along with it was a golden buckle that the cap’n stole from the other ship. The last thing they stole was a gun and it was worth more than all the other treasure for it was made of solid gold.

Soon enough, all the hearties were taking a chaulk from all their partyin. The men were all down for the count till they woke the next morning. They hung the jib for they all had the dreaded grog blossom. Once they awoke, they realized that the vessel be marooned upon a particularly large sand bar. Examining the sand bar they slowly went back to sleep. Then they napped for a while longer so that they could recover a little more before they got back on course. Once they awoke they noticed that the sandbar mad all but been completely washed away. This made their jobs much easier to do. They all smartly unfurled the sails and set course back to the Caribbean Islands.