Thursday, December 4, 2014

Pirate Hole

You go up to the pirate hole. "Avast, ye scallywags!" you holler as you thwack the ball into the ship.

It rattles around inside, and you watch the other green, expecting it to pop out at any moment, but nothing happens.  Curious, you go up to check the ship.

"Arr!  Ye filthy land-lubber!  How dare ye speak to us in such a fashion.  Prepare to be keel-hauled, ye scurvy dog!"

You jump back just as a cannon fires, sending a golf ball whizzing past your head.  You see tiny cutlasses waving on the deck of the large ship before you.

Investigate the ship.

Retreat!

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