’twas a dark and stormy night, and all the bad little pirates were tucked up in their hammocks, dreaming dreams of buried treasure, cast-away maidens, and slaying giant sea beasts.
When, from the crow’s nest came a mighty cry: It’s the king! The king is coming!
The pirates fell all over themselves, trying to get dressed, grab cutlasses, trim mainsails, and ready the cannons, all in fear that Blackthorn and the royal navy were bearing down on them.
They assembled – if you can call it that – on the deck, to find the lookout happily reeling in a massive fish, gleaming gold in the moonlight, its fins arranged almost as a crown.
“It’s just a bleedin’ fish!” moaned one “Arrr, we got out of bed fer THIS?”
Well, the pirates may not appreciate the King Fish, but I do. So will you, if you win the contest this month! So, whoever brings the larges king fish to the EM mailbox before the end of August wins!
Arr.
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When, from the crow’s nest came a mighty cry: It’s the king! The king is coming!
The pirates fell all over themselves, trying to get dressed, grab cutlasses, trim mainsails, and ready the cannons, all in fear that Blackthorn and the royal navy were bearing down on them.
They assembled – if you can call it that – on the deck, to find the lookout happily reeling in a massive fish, gleaming gold in the moonlight, its fins arranged almost as a crown.
“It’s just a bleedin’ fish!” moaned one “Arrr, we got out of bed fer THIS?”
Well, the pirates may not appreciate the King Fish, but I do. So will you, if you win the contest this month! So, whoever brings the larges king fish to the EM mailbox before the end of August wins!
Arr.
Continue reading...