"I'm telling you I'm a pro at it!" the pirate with gout protested.
"That's baloney!" retorted the Pirate who liked Kittens and Sunsets. The other pirates were getting into the argument. Some of them believed that there was no way Gout could do it, no one was that good! Others claimed they had seen him do it.
"Why don't you prove it then?" the Pirate who liked Kittens and Sunsets said.
"Fine!" shouted Gout, "I will!"
"Oh, I'll go fetch the dart board!" the Albino Pirate chimed. The pirates all took their seats in anticipation. The Pirate with Gout left the room while Albino Pirate hung the wooden circle and collected the darts.
When the Pirate with Gout returned, he was holding a red piece of cloth. Balancing himself on one of his crutches, he wrapped the cloth over his eyes and held out his hand. Albino Pirate placed the darts in Gout's hand, and the pirate smirked.
Pulling his arm back, he threw dart and it landed right in the middle circle. Bullseye. The pirates all ooh
A Complicated, Simple Poem PxDHate is a relatively simple emotion.A Complicated, Simple Poem PxD3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You can say 'I hate this', and usually no one will ask for a backstory.
You can say you hate someone, and that forces a little more detail, but not much.
Hate is simple. For my line of work, it should be simple.
What I have isn't simple.
I don't want him to come over.
I need him to come over.
I want to rule the city and be a success.
I don't mind when he destroys my inventions.
I trap him in cages.
He stays by me when I need someone's support.
I've put his life in danger.
He doesn't hesitate to save mine.
The battle that happens every day, it's strangely one of the few things I look forward to.
He's my inspiration
For traps, for machines.
To keep trying, to keep going.
I ramble on, he usually listens.
I know he's a spy, yet I have no problem telling him my life story.
He's strong for something so small, yet his fur is still soft and comforting.
Most of the time, he's the one thing blocking me from my goals.
Sometimes, he's the one thing stopping me
Soup of the DayThe Pirate with a Scarf sneezed, and groaned. He told the captain it wasn't a good idea to be out during a storm. But the Pirate Captain had heard Black Bellamy was heading toward a huge pile of booty and the Pirate Captain wanted to get there first.Soup of the Day3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Now half the crew was out with a nasty cold, or a terrible fever, or both. Unfortunately for the Pirate with a Scarf, he had both. The knocking on his door felt like a dozen cannonballs hitting his head. "Number Two?" called a voice.
The Pirate with a Scarf frowned. He really didn't want visitors, but he knew the captain would just come in anyway. So he sighed and replied with a slightly raspy "Come in." The door opened, and the Pirate Captain walked in with a... tray of soup and biscuts? "Captain?"
"Hello Number Two," said the Pirate Captain, "I see you're still ill. I knew going out in that storm wasn't a good idea." Really? "Anyway, I uh, just wanted to give you this." With that, he set the tray on his 2nd-in-Command's lap. The soup was