Pirates of Acetaminophen (Part Three)

We lost a lot of good lads in the first wave.

That wench Pollen never really closed, just kept circlin’ the ship with the Springtime and occasionally firin’ a round o’r the deck when she could.  She weren’t too discriminatin’ either, and soon a body could hardly breath for the pong off all her powder in the air.

We stood, and we fought, and we died until we could hardly stand no more,  but as bad as it were for us, we gave back worse than we took.  At last, through a rare clearin’ of the haze we could see we was the only ones left standin’.  Even the Springtime had pulled back, and we thought we might be past the worst of it.

Until we saw the next set of sails on the horizon . . .


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