George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
Still, he was enough of a pirate to be allowed into the Annual Pirate Talent Show.
Lefty McGinty usually won the contest, somehow managing to juggle balls and spin plates despite having a hook for a hand.
Devil’s Eye Morgan shot targets off a cabin boy’s head.
Rummy Bill played a tune by blowing empty whiskey jugs. He had a lot of those.
George folded paper into the shape of animals and things.
“I learned this in Japan,” he said.
Devil’s Eye Morgan shot each of them to bits.
George’s Easter
George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
Good or bad, the punishment for piracy back in Ancient Rome was crucifixion.
Soldiers stripped George, whipped him, and forced him to haul his cross to the hill where they’d execute him.
Several others were in George’s group, including a long-haired preacher who’d had his head capped in thorns.
The governor let the crowd choose one prisoner to release.
“Release Barbaras!” shouted the crowd.
George sighed relief as the soldiers took him down from his mount.
Then he mugged a guy for clothes and ran back to his ship.
George the manager
George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
He was a bumbling, incompetent twit.
Which is why the captain chose him as his first mate.
Managers empowering their subordinates to be able to do their best?
Hell no.They want to stay firmly entrenched in power, and to eliminate any threats to their job.
George was the least likely of all pirates to pull off a mutiny.
George was also the least likely to stop a mutiny.
As the crew slipped the noose over the captain’s neck, George laughed.
“Know what’s really funny?” The captain whispered, “You’re next.”
George Falls
George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
He once made a bet that he could go over Niagara Falls in a barrel.
Being an untrustworthy pirate, he had a trick up his sleeve: his shipmates would seal him into a barrel, but send a duplicate empty barrel over the falls.
Then, when it was time to open the barrel, they’d switch again and open George’s barrel.
The problem was, George’s shipmates were also untrustworthy pirates.
And they were the ones that George had made the bet with.
The roar of the falls muffled George’s desperate screams.
George and the Band Aids
George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
Whenever he saw another pirate with a hook hand or pegleg, he’d cringe at the thought of getting hurt that badly.
He kept a first aid kit with him, and if he got as much as a paper cut, he’d spray Bactine on it, slather on antibiotic, and then cover it with a Band Aid.
Not a small one either. One of the big ones.
Then he’d wrap it all in medical tape.
His crewmates liked to pull the bandages off of George slowly, just to watch him wince.
George rows his boat
George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
When he rowed his boat, he didn’t row it gently down the stream.
Nor did he row it merrily. He was usually quite angry when he rowed his boat.
Usually, because his shipmates had put him in the rowboat while he slept, cut the mooring line, and sailed off.
George rowed as hard as he could, and then he’d get out his spyglass and try to locate the ship.
That’s when George would wake up from the dream…
And he was still in the boat, exhausted, dying of exposure.
Weekly Challenge #887 – Intake
SCRIBBLING WREN
The New Term
Paul has changed his name. It’s helped him get a job at one of the most exclusive private schools in the country. Their intake is small but each year there’s always a few new girls.
He’s working as a caretaker and is upstairs cleaning when they arrive. He props on his mop to watch the parade of posh cars screech to a halt on carefully combed gravel.
The girl’s uniforms are crisp, with blazers slightly too long in the arm. There’s a smell of freshly sharpened pencil lingering in the air. He licks his lips ready for a clean start.
RICHARD
Sharp intake of breath
My sharp intake of breath had nothing to do with my son, against all odds, getting good exam results.
You might think it was because, totally unexpectedly, he had straight ‘A’s in every subject he’d taken, but even then, you’d be wrong.
You’d be getting slightly warmer if you thought my shocked expression and nervous laugh were consequences of learning that his success had secured him a place at the top university in the country.
But, that’s still not it.
My sharp intake of breath was solely due to the obscene amount it would cost me to send him there!
LIZZIE
They told him no one would force him to eat only fruit and he was fine with that. He would eat meat too. “Not here, you won’t,” they said, smiling that placid smile of veggie eaters. But he knew what to do. He’d eat their fruit and then he’d sneak out. He was only there because she forced him to go. “You need to lose weight.” Well, not by eating a ton of fruit, he thought.
When they caught him at the local diner, eating a steak, they cried. “Poor animal.” He was offended and replied “I’m not an animal!”
TOM
And the moment passed
Barry stared at a square foot of the wall in front of him. Every molecule of that square chronicled his life and though not judgmental mocked him all the same. He had taken a job as an intake clerk. A summer job which would lead to a position of power and importance. He was going places. What happen to poor Barry can only be explained as the weight of the Patrick Principle: you lower to the level of your least skill. If there is a glass ceiling there has to be a glass floor. On it is written: Intake clerk.
As the reason for my Absence
To understand how my oldest friend ended his life turfed from one medical corporation to another we’ll need a bit of geographic background. California is insanely wealthy. No, I mean streets paved with gold wealthy. Each part of the state has its own product of wealth. Hollywood, Silicon Valley, Militar Industrial Complex, damn Tesla. Our little corner of paradise is grapes. In Wine Country families rule and the head of those family fear nothing so much as the dark shadow of death. You can’t believe the amount of cash they pour into hospitals. Heavy on cardio, we are talking wings
SERENDIPIDY
Weight control is simple: It’s just a matter of balancing food intake with how much energy you expend.
Eat less, move more and you’ll lose weight.
On the other hand, eat more and move less, and the pounds will pile on.
Since you’re unable to move at all, and the feeding tube is working overtime, I think you can see where this is going…
And, once you’re so obese you couldn’t move, even if you wanted to, I’m going to slit your throat, cut you into pieces, and enjoy feasting on your flesh.
I’ll freeze whatever I can’t use immediately.
TURA
Tura Brezoianu
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to me
Intake
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“I’m God. Ask me anything.”
A sharp intake of breath went through r/AMA, and the questions started.
“Why is there evil?”
“You run the show, that’s the deal.”
“What about natural disasters?”
“It builds character.”
“Can you make a rock so heavy you can’t lift it?”
“It’s called a black hole.”
“Do we have free will?”
“I knew you’d choose to ask that!”
“What must I do to be saved?”
“Treat people right, listen to your parents, eat your greens, walk a few miles every day. You already know this. What were you expecting?”
“What are you expecting?”
“Surprise me.”
NORVAL JOE
Billbert’s super powers made the old man hanging below him almost weightless. He would regain all of his weight if Billbert just opened his hand.
Billbert shook the man. “How high do you think you’d bounce?”
With a quick intake of breath, the man shouted, “She’s in a well to the north. Just put me down in the cabin, first, and I’ll take you to her.”
“I’m not as dumb as you look,” Billbert said. “Take me to Linoliamanda. Then I’ll let you go.”
Billbert dropped low enough for Sabrina to hear him. “Follow me. We’re going to get Linoliamanda.”
JARED
An Exercise in Dialogue: Jargon and Atmosphere
Klaxons screeched as red alert beacons flared to life.
“Operations, report,” Captain Klein ordered.
“Sar, we have reports of fires on all decks. It appears to have spread through ventilation shafts,” Ops Commander Willis answered. “The fire suppression system is bringing most under containment,” she continued.
Capt. Klein turned to their Science officer. “Where did this come from, Le?”
“Not certain, Captain, but the perimeter breach was via the propulsion system’s atmospheric flight coolant intakes,” Lt. Le answered.
“Those should be fully sealed while underway. We need answers as to how they opened during standard NVoS operations,” the captain declared.
PLANET Z
They stripped me naked, put me in purple scrubs, and wheeled me over to a suicide watch room.
Strapped to a bed for 12 hours without food or sleep while an intern watched me.
I did get some water. And pissed in a jug.
Then I was wheeled to an ambulance, dumped into a room with chairs bolted to the floor.
I used the pen from the intake forms to write out notes on a paper shopping bag I found on the floor.
Pulling the wire from my facemask, thinking to myself: should I stick it in an electrical socket?
George on the Holodeck
George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
He tried to learn more, but records at Star Fleet Academy were spotty on that historical subject.
George did his best to fill in the gaps with books and movies.
He put on an attempt at an authentic pirate outfit and went to the holodecks.
“Holodeck, start Program George One,” said George.
The computer said “Simulation ready,” and opened the doors.
George walked through the archway and on to a wooden plank.
“Uh oh,” said George.
He felt a cutlass point at his back, and fell into the water.
George divides treasure
George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
“Instead of dividing up shares based on senority, let’s have some fun!”
George stuffed a pinata with treasure from the last raid and hung it from the mast.
“Everybody gets three swings. When the pinata bursts open, you can grab what you can from what falls out, okay?”
The pirates with hooks for hands complained that they’d only be able to grab half as much as others.
The ones with peglegs complained that it was hard to bend over.
In the end, they strung up George and beat him.
George peaked early
George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
When George was in Pirate School, other pirates would ask to cheat off of George’s exam papers.
Because George wasn’t smart at most pirate subjects, they’d end up failing, too.
That’s when George came up with the brilliant idea for him to cheat off of all of their exam papers.
Sure enough, everyone passed. Including George.
“You’re a genius, George!” the other pirates said. “When we graduate, we’ll need a genius like you aboard!”
George peaked early, but when you think about it, did he ever peak at all?