Thursday, March 19, 2009

The Golden Doubloon

I scuttled as fast as I could to the hang-out of such disreputable types as Barnacle Bill -- a run-down tavern called The Golden Doubloon almost hidden by weed-covered rocks in the slummy part of the beach.

Of course I was stopped at the door by the bouncer--a tough looking squid with a patch over one eye and several salty tattoos.

"'Ear thare, Crab! Where does ya think yer-a goin' to?" said the squid--blocking the door with all eight tentacles.

"I plan to interview my old pal Barnacle Bill, friend." I replied.

"Oh, yeah?" burbled the squid, "You and WHO ELSE?"


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