Jeff and the Pirates
Ever since Jeff could remember, he wanted to be a pirate. Jeff always though that the life of a pirate would be so cool—swabbing decks, taking people’s stuff and getting away with it, making people walk the plank, having a gold hoop earring and a parrot—he really thought he would like that stuff.
The life of a pirate seemed so much better to Jeff than his own life. Every day he would tell himself that pirates don’t have to go to school. Pirates don’t have to do homework or math problems. They didn’t have to do their chores or eat their vegetables. Pirates don’t have to dance with Elsa Kranz during P.E.
When Captain Crow’s ship came to his small town on the coast, Jeff was excited. He and his mother were walking along the beach one afternoon when the ship pulled up.
“Jeff, I don’t want you going anywhere near that pirate ship,” his mother said after taking only a glance at the large vessel. “Pirates are dangerous people. I don’t want you near them.”
“But, Mom!” Jeff complained.
“No ‘buts,’ Jeff,” his mother said. “I don’t want you going anywhere near the port until the pirates leave.”
One night, Jeff packed his backpack with his dad’s handkerchief, an eye patch he wore for his Halloween costume the year before, a change of clothes, and some candy bars.
“I wish Polly hadn’t flown away,” Jeff said to himself. “Polly would have been really impressed with the pirates.” Polly, the family’s pet canary, had been the jewel of his costume, sitting nicely on his shoulder last Halloween.
Jeff packed up all his stuff and waited for when he heard his parents go to bed. Once he was sure his parents were asleep, he snuck out of the house and ran toward the docks.
He walked quietly and quickly down the pier where the ship was docked. Before getting on board, he looked down the beach and saw the pirates walking toward him from the direction of the town’s only pub. He quickly jumped aboard the ship and ran below decks to find a place to stow away.
As soon as Jeff’s feet hit the deck of the ship, he was attacked. The ship’s dog started barking and biting at him. He tried fighting the dog off, but the large golden retriever was too strong.
The dog grabbed the backpack in his mouth and ran off. Jeff ran after him; he needed to get his stuff back. He ran around the corner and found the dog tearing into his back pack to get at the candy bars. Jeff grabbed his pack and took a candy bar out for the dog.
“Do you want this, boy?” Jeff asked, holding up the candy bar. The dog sat quickly and looked at Jeff with sad-puppy eyes.
“If you promise not to let anyone know I’m here, I’ll give you this,” Jeff told the dog, who smiled and wagged his tail. “Okay, can you show me where to hide?”
The dog stood and walked to one of the cabins. In the cabin was a bed. Jeff dove under the bed to hide. “Okay, dog, you can go now. Thanks,” Jeff whispered.
The dog whimpered and whined at the foot of the bed. Jeff remembered that he had promised the dog a candy bar. He took the bar in his hand and threw it out into the middle of the cabin. The dog ran after the candy and pounced on it. Just as he finished wolfing down the chocolate, the pirates came in the cabin.
To Be Continued…..