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A Pirate's Plea

Dean Traylor is a freelance writer and teacher who writes about various subjects, including education and creative writing.

He had a long, black beard, braided and adorned with burning candles.

He had a long, black beard, braided and adorned with burning candles.

The Sea Breeze Tavern doors slammed against the wall, jostling the drunkards to a sudden alertness. Even the guys with their heads on the bar had a surge of life infused into them by this abrupt change in the routine of bar life. All eyes turned to the entrance to find a brutish rogue of a man standing there, glinting from cheek to whiskered cheek.

“A pirate?” somebody screeched.

“Indeed,” the mystery man bellowed with a wicked laugh.

Indeed, he dressed like a pirate. He had the hat, jacket, bandolier, and knee-length boots. He had a long, black beard, braided and adorned with burning candles.

You live normal lives,” He continued. “But normalcy is not what you want; it’s danger, adventure!

“Come with me! And sail the seven seas! Break away from your normalcy, and embrace the adventure you yearn.”

“What brings you here?” said John Charles, the bartender and owner.

“Aye! Mad Dan is the name and adventure is my claim. I see you all here, drowning in your beer to stave off the boredom in life you feel.”

A brief commotion started. But it soon died down when they felt Mad Dan's steely stare.

“You live normal lives,” He continued. “But normalcy is not what you want; it’s danger, adventure!

“Come with me! And sail the seven seas! Break away from your normalcy, and embrace the adventure you yearn.”

He paused. And at that moment, a distant whirring was heard. Mad Dan’s eyes lit up.

“If be a man, then meet me at the docks!” He bellowed. “If not, then enjoy your drunken misery!”

And with that, he turned and fled into the night, leaving the startled patrons to ruminated upon his words. They conversed among each other, questioning Mad Dan's sanity, and the prospects he offered. All the while, the thoughts of adventure danced within their heads.

"€œIf be a man, then meet me at the docks!” He bellowed. “If not, then enjoy your drunken misery!" Or in ally published by anonymouslegionops.blogspot.com

"€œIf be a man, then meet me at the docks!” He bellowed. “If not, then enjoy your drunken misery!" Or in ally published by anonymouslegionops.blogspot.com

Moments later, the whirring of police sirens stopped outside. A cop entered.

“Excuse me ladies and gentlemen,” he announced. “We’re looking for a man dressed in a pirate outfit. He’s an escapee from the Blackbird Mental Institute. We have reasons to believe he may have been in this area. By any chance has anyone seen him?”

The patrons were silent. Many liked Mad Dan, despite his lunacy. Even John Charles sensed this.

“Nobody dressed like that came around here,” John said.

The officer frowned. Many in the Sea Breeze Bar wondered if he bought that little white lie John had just uttered.

To everyone's relief, the officer sighed and said: "Sorry for interrupting your night."

The officer was satisfied with that answer. This brought a few smiles to the faces of the patrons. They were relieved to watch the officer exit the bar.

The patrons on the other hand, remained quiet, contemplating the fate of Mad Dan, And, for that matter, their own fate in the game of life. Even John had his hands on his hip and his head bent down. He gazed at the floor with a contemplative stare.

Finally, he peered at his customers -- many of them he knew by first name and for being a bunch of miserable, drunk regulars at his establishment.

He finally said to them: “I wonder if Mad Dan will still be waiting for us?"

Many nodded. They believed he was. And maybe, just maybe, that plea he made was going to be answered.

Moments later, the whirring of police sirens stopped outside. A cop entered.

Moments later, the whirring of police sirens stopped outside. A cop entered.

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