Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Man on an island, day 373

I get to my feet, still in a bit of a daze. I stare at the man, what a strange creature he makes. He is about five feet 6, slightly overweight with a massive bushy black beard. But it's the clothing that hits me a short while after...he looks like he has just come out of a pirate movie! My head feels like a keg of firewood...what in the hell am I wearing....why am I in this costume?! 

"Are you alright laddie? You took one hellava knock when you landed here! Take some rum, I managed to stow away a few cases when those bastards abandoned me here...aah see? it clears up any headache! Nothing like a wee little nip with breakfast! On your feet! We have a lot of work to do! I hope you can handle a cutlass, the last muppet they sent me, got turned into a holder for toothpicks! hahaha! There we go, on your feet Princess."

"Where am I?' I ask. "On the island of course ya daft bugger haha!" he answers. "And the date?" He smiles a massively wicked smile.

"It's January 19 1702 Lad"

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