Pirate's Cove Prologue!
Pirate's Cove
Prologue
He remembered it loud and clear, it was burned into his memory. He hated the captain for saying it. Then again, he had already hated the captain.
"Aye maytee!" It had sounded cheery, that was until Herman had realized that the captain was pointing down the steep, dark stairs to the poop deck. He knew what he was to do.
He knew, being a janitor, that this work was not well received or rewarded. He knew that you wouldn't be congratulated or thanked. That made Herman even madder. He muttered rude and inappropriate things about the captain as he completed the vile task.
Finally, he finished the job and went the remarkably steep staircase. It was quite slippery. He stumbled up to the top where he ran into the captain, again.
The captain said in his annoyingly happy voice once again, "Arr, Herman. Y'are wanted in the cookin' room. Ye cook wants yer to get the tables ready"
After sighing loudly, Herman trot over to the kitchen doors to see what he was needed for. In the other room, he could see the cook preparing the meals; the napkins were sitting on a table.
"So what is it I have to do?" Herman asked.
"Ye hafta place these here dishes on yonder tables and clean up ye dining room. Clean all the walls, they ain't been washed in ages, har har!"
Herman replied with a fakely hearty, "Yes, sir!" Then he mumbled something inaudible to himself.
The chef asked, "What's that?"
"I said, 'Yes, sir!'"
The chef just raised an eyebrow and then got back to cooking. Herman mumbled to himself, "Clean the walls? That sounds so pointless! How could walls get so dirty they need to be cleaned? What kind of pigs are these people?"
Just then, the captain came into the cruddy, tacky, dining hall to check up on Herman. "Yare! How goes it!"
Herman lied through his teeth, "Great!"
The captain walked over to the cook and he overheard the captain say, "Keep an eye on him." That made him madder than ever! He felt like he was about to burst.
Just as he had cleaned the last foot of wall, and after he put down everyone's meals and napkins, he heard the dinner bell ring loud and clear.
A stampede of mates a came storming through the doors of the dining hall and started stuffing their faces with the cook's hard work. From where he was standing, he could see a big frown on the cook's face as he watched his art be destroyed. Herman thought it was kind of funny. That was until the captain came in laughing it up with his first mate chums. He saw everyone wolfing down the meal and he screamed, "Food fight!"
The room erupted in an explosion of food and wild screaming. Food was flying everywhere. Out of the corner of his eye, Herman caught sight of the cook screaming, "Stop it! Stop it! My god!"
Herman felt like laughing, until he realized the incredible mess on the newly cleaned walls. "Ah, AH, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
He screamed at the top of his lungs and started running around wildy. He ran out of the dining room and to one of the life boats on the deck. Unhooking the strings, he said to nobody, "Good bye Honeybunches!"
He unhooked the final string and the ship fell into the water below. He noticed that he had left the oars up on the ship as it sailed away. There he was, sitting in the water with nowhere to go. Now he wished that he had thought this decision through.
