What does it take to be a real pirate? Well, first ye got to have a skull and crossbones….
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Write a paragraph of fiction or a poem to accompany the image.
The picture prompt for this week is below:
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The Skull and Butterfl-eye
Yo-ho. Yo-ho. A pirate’s life for me.
Wait a minute, Matey. Yer ain’t no pirate.
Whad’ya mean, ye barnacle-crusted turnip of a limp sea-turtle.
Why, where’s yer skull and bones? Ye sham land-lubbin’ liar.
Ain’t got no skull and bones, ye crumb bucket son-of-a-low-tide.
Then ye ain’t no pirate, ye scurvy linked pondsucker
Yer hoid of Jack Sparrow, ain’t ye?
Everyone‘s hoid of Jack Sparrow, ye fool-arsed freeboater.
Well, he had a skull and sparrow, ye numb-skulled bird-droppin’ old corsair.
Gaw on. Yer tawkin’ through yer empty-headed hat now.
Long John Silver, he had a skull and a bar of silver.
Yer crazy!
Black Beard had a skull with a black beard. Ye plank-walkin’ wind-bag.
And if so, then so whit’s yer point, ye half-crazed bloated whale.
I’ve got the skull and butterfl-eye.
And so, what’s that make you?
Cap’n Chrys Alis.
Randy Mazie
The Writer's Village 
Hehe! I get the dare now. Is this what they mean when they claim piratic license?
as opposed to poetic license?
Oh no, I’m not opposed. You can use as many licenses as you like!
No, I don’t see you as oppositional. Maybe a little licentious (ha!).
He said, randily.
I love your dialect. Really enjoyed this rum-fuelled (?) conversation. And that punchline had me chortling.
Arrrggghhh. G’wan lass, yer makin’ me shivers timber!