"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
Please Wake UpWhat the heck had happened? Mordecai was just there, sitting at the table. And then poof! He was gone. "What happened?" Benson asked, just as confused as anyone. Well, except for the employees who were looking grave.Please Wake Up2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"We tried to stop him," said the man who last spoke to Mordecai, "we tried to save him."
"What are you talking about?" Muscleman asked.
"There's one final part of the Eggscellent Challenge," the man explained, "and no one ever-"
"I'm back!" Everyone turned and saw Mordecai, smiling and holding his prize. That blue net hat with that infamous phrase "I'm Eggscellent" plastered right on the front.
The park employees cheered while the restaurant employees looked dumbfounded. "Maybe he really was 'the One'," the manager said, before giving a small smile.
"So, you ready to wake Rigby up?" Skips asked. Mordecai nodded. Together, all six friends walked out of the small diner.
The bluejay was calm and collected on the outside, but at the same time anxious. He hadn't heard his frien
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 Day2 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
A Complicated, Simple Poem PxDHate is a relatively simple emotion.A Complicated, Simple Poem PxD2 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
The Missing PieceTruth be told, it was hard for him to walk away with his head held high this year. When he first became a pirate, he knew that there was probably no chance of him winning 'Pirate of the Year'. He was the new guy, it was common fact the new guy hardly ever wins.The Missing Piece2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The second year he entered, he had a small chance. Third year, he was pretty much in the group, but still didn't win. Now it was his fifth year entering and still nothing. The golden skull prize had eluded him once again.
"It's alright, Captain," said Albino Pirate with a supported smile.
"Yeah Captain," added Gout Pirate, "There's always next year, right?"
Captain smiled slightly. "Yes, there's always next year." No matter how many times he entered, his crew would always support him. It made losing not quite as bad. But still... "Men, I'll be in my quarters for the rest of the night." And with that, he climbed onto his ship and went straight into his room.
As he sat at his desk, he felt the boat moving forward, away from Blood