A bit late. March’s theme was pirates or robbers
Pirates by Vivien
Stronger than they look, the waves endlessly move their shimmering peaks as if to trick one’s eyes. Only a few inches high, yet they hold and caress our carnivorous vessel. The trade winds fill our salty yellow sails propelling us towards our destiny. Expertly set, the weathered fabric hardly flutters as every part of the breeze is captured. We cut through the water, like a knife through belly flesh. Our nineteen-strong crew, buoyed by the recent feast of swine, perch with weapons glinting in the sunlight. They watch the victim ship floundering ahead, awaiting the slaughter. This should be easy.
Robbery by Phil
Anastasia settled into her favourite corner of the sofa, watching the saucer through cold blue eyes. She had the ten-bedroom country house to herself, and the drawing room was warm from the log fire burning in the grate. As fat as a toad and ten times the size, with long, thick hair, she rested her snub nose on her paws. Well-fed from the Earl’s kitchen, the cream was an unnecessary treat. Sleepy from lack of exercise, Anastasia soon dozed off.
Alert, the mouse turned from her brood to the escape hole, sniffing the air and listening for the slightest sound of activity.She knew that for all its apparent torpor, the cat would rip her apart, if it saw her. Checking her babies were still, the mouse dragged the cotton wool out onto the polished floor towards the cream, her heart beating at over six hundred beats per minute. Watching Anastasia, she dragged the cotton wool into the saucer, allowing it to soak up its precious load, before returning to her den. Six more times she made the perilous journey.
Awake, Anastasia knew immediately about the robbery and its perpetrator. Furious, she vowed terrible retribution, then went back to sleep.
Pirates by Carolina
“Who’s got my leg?” bellowed the first mate.
Blasted parrot! I thought. The parrot was always trying to fly off with the leg. It was clever enough to avoid being plucked and roasted.
Sighing, I toppled out of my hammock and made my way on deck.
The parrot was perched on the ship’s wheel. It cocked its head and I noticed the leg on the deck.
I edged towards the wheel. The parrot squawked and flapped its wings.
I searched my pockets and found a coin, which I put down. The parrot flew over and I grabbed the leg.
Pirates by Shirley
The vast ocean stretched its glittery waves all around the ship to the far distant horizon, no speck of land visible to the despairing sailors, uncaring wind heaving the decks this way and that, ‘til a sudden yell from the crow’s nest caused a stir amongst the crew. The captain’s telescope peered in the direction pointed out, as thoughts of ‘friend or foe’ spread throughout the ship.
“What flag is it, cap’n?” shouted the bosun. “Are we doomed or are we rescued?”
“It’s turning away from us, maybe it’s spotted our flag,” said the captain, as his black flag flapped in the wind.
Our books were flying off the table.
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