Cover by: jiba_tree
Pirate with one brain cell...on a good day? Check.
Extremely specific descriptions and random trivia? This story has it.
Wild adventures where no one, and definitely not our heroine, knows what's going on? Read and find out!
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"Good day, good sir," she chirped in as cheerful a voice as she could manage while still being salty over the ship fiasco.
"Good day? The sun may be shining and the clouds may be gone, but today is anything but a good day," replied the pirate with a long look.
"Who rained on your parade?" went Polly.
"I shouldn't bother such a pleasant person as you with my tale," sighed the pirate. He cast a forlorn gaze towards the sea and it really would have been quite an aesthetic moment for a picture taker.
"Oh, well then, um, sea you later?" replied Polly who began turning away.
"Alas, it was just this morning when I was a younger man and had not a clue what evils would befall me," started the pirate.
Coincidentally there was a bench which Polly sat herself down on and a stage which the pirate leaped onto.
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Once the cat was done cleaning up, he looked to the woman for what to do. "Mrs. Aleena, I have finished." He said, piling all the disposable items he collected into the trash.
"Good," Aleena said, wiping away what little sweat had formed on her forehead. "Now, put your hands up." She growled, swiftly pulling out a barrel gun from behind her back; she pointed straight at the cat's forehead.
The cat froze and looked at her confused. "Wha-"
She didn't let him finish before she pulled the trigger. A momentous shockwave sounded from the gun; blood splattering everywhere opposite of the woman and her child.
Baby Maurice wailed at the blast's pressure on his eardrums. "Wahhh!" He cried into his mother's chest.
She looked down at her baby, a frown wavering between her lips. "I'm sorry, Maurice, but this is all necessary." She repeated this, more for her own condolences. "I'm sorry, Maurice.." She swiftly returned the blaster behind her shirt and went to stroke her child's quills back; each stroke made Maurice more sleepy until he eventually passed out into another intoxicated sleep. "Good boy . ." Aleena softly whispered into his ears. "Good . . boy . ."
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↪ Warnings ↩
Read at your own risk (RAYOR); contains, mature themes, child-napping (not sleeping), blood, graphic scenes of all sorts (not just gore), stimulants, drugs, hallucinogens, dope, junk, gear, guns (blasters, etc.), head slicing, foul language, minimalist expectation out of people (idk, it ticks off some people), furries, animals, slurs, cuss words, ravaging of dead bodies, cannibalism, heart breaking scenes, and more.