“His majesty’s gallows will have no mercy on your neck, sir. So speak and save yourself. Where is the treasure?”
Admiral Fernsby was addressing a shadowy corner of the dungeon, where a bulky bearded figure sat hunched against the wall, rattling his chains. He uttered but one word.
“Arrrrrr!”
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Arrrrrr! you got me!
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Good one!
This one be wond-ARRR-ful!
Ha, very good! Poor Captain Bludgeon.
This one made me chuckle. Good job. :>
Excellent. Great punch line!
Russ
Great Job!
Brilliant! Could be expanded into a stage play. ARRR !
Brilliant! Made me feel a jot of sympathy for Captain Bludgeon too.
Enjoy this story. Thank you!
Wonderful. 🙂