259. His majesty’s gallows

“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.




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12 thoughts on “259. His majesty’s gallows

  1. Bruce Goodman says:

    Arrrrrr! you got me!

  2. Admire the pith of this! Hope you can check out my new post on Hester Prynne reviewing Rosemary’s Baby: http://wp.me/p4coOx-6R
    Cheers, Annabelle

  3. This one be wond-ARRR-ful!

  4. draliman says:

    Ha, very good! Poor Captain Bludgeon.

  5. thewriteedge says:

    This one made me chuckle. Good job. :>

  6. russtowne says:

    Excellent. Great punch line!

  7. jas55 says:

    Brilliant! Could be expanded into a stage play. ARRR !

  8. Brilliant! Made me feel a jot of sympathy for Captain Bludgeon too.

  9. swongs1126 says:

    Enjoy this story. Thank you!

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