I am so late writing and posting this challenge story. Not only am I late with this one, I am also late with the challenge story that was due on the 27th. Oh well, I’m posting here now, however, I won’t be able to link it to the challenge.
CRABS FOR LUNCH
The Crow landed lightly on the flagpole finial. It’s sleek black feathers glistening in the sunlight, the Jolly Roger snapping smartly in the westerly winds. “Caw Caw”, it cried “Shiver me timbers the wind is cold up here”. It’s two dark friends called back, one from the Crow’s Nest atop the Main Mast, the other strutting back and forth on the Foremast, “The seas are choppy, the storm is tracking this way”, “the pirates are going ashore.”
As the pirates lowered the Jolly Boat, the three Crows lifted off and glided to the tents erected just above the high water line on the beach.
Outside the largest brightest tent the King adjusts his crown while bending down to poke at one of the crabs scuttling over the sand. “Mmmm, these would make a delicious luncheon,” he says looking at Cook stirring the pot on the camp stove. “Yes, your Highness”, the cook replies, “I will have one of the kitchen pages collect enough for roasted crab for lunch” as he snaps his fingers at one of the apron clad young men pouring oil from a flask over a platter of grilled sliced cactus.
The Captain steps down into the Jolly Boat, removes his glasses and wipes the water splashes away with the tail of his shirt. “Here we goes boys, Parley”!
Cheryle – May 29, 2018