Hire
Writers
Editors
Home Tour About Read What's New Help Forums Join
My Account Login
Shop
Save
Support
E
Book
Store
Learn
About
Jesus
  



The HOME for Christian writers! The Home for Christian Writers!
The Official Writing Challenge

BACK TO
CHALLENGE
MAIN

INSTRUCTIONS

how it works
submission rules
guidelines for
choosing a level

ENTRIES

submit your entry
read current entries
read past entries
challenge winners



Our Daily Devotional HERE
Place it on your site or
receive it daily by email.





TRUST JESUS TODAY

TRY THE TEST



Share
how it works   Submit

Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Trees (12/05/05)

TITLE: Pirates of Perchance
By Benjamin Stephens
12/06/05


 LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE
 SEND A PRIVATE COMMENT
 ADD TO MY FAVORITES

“Arghhh,” Petre, the one-eyed bandit said through rotting incisors. “I be certain the booty is here.”

“When did you last see the alleged treasure,” Ed Birdley asked as he thrust the microphone into the face of the troublemaking pirate.

“Avast, ye scurvey dog,” Petre responded.

“Did you just tell me to ‘hold fast, you vulgar mongrel’?” Ed asked as the camera’s zoomed in on the stubble of Petre’s face.

“Um, close enough,” Petre's mouth gaped wide in a chuckle providing great footage for the nation’s dental industry’s “Gingivitis is Not Our Friend” campaign.

“Can someone get the ACLPU on the phone,” Ed motioned to his assistant.

“ACLPU?” Petre inquired.

“Yes, the American Center for Loudmouthed Pirates who play Ukuleles.” Ed passed Petre a breath mint.

“Thank ye,” Petra said as he placed the mint in his shoe, “I’ll save this fer later. You want me ta play ya a jig?”

“Uh, no,” Ed replied diplomatically as he pitched another mint toward Petre’s gapping mouth, missed and struck the stringed instrument.

“Unless Davy Jones sent ye, I’d put aside them minty buttons or I’ll run ye through,” Petre said as he swung his ukulele in the direction of Ed’s camera. “Blimey! You are a vexom creature.”

Several pirates were digging looking for a treasure that Petre had buried sometime in the past when he had better vision and his grip wasn’t nearly as metallic.

The camera crew had been sent by the network to get coverage of this auspicious event. Ed watched with morose fascination as the sand was flung in various directions.

“Cap’n I think we found it,” cried one particular unsavory pirate.

“Heave to me hearties,” Petre called out.

Much grunting could be heard among the crew as the pirates scooped sand away.

“It looks like the pirate treasure has been encased by tree roots,” Ed Birdley said as he looked into the camera.

“If ye take me booty, Mateys, hold fast to this, ye will be measured fer yer chains,” Petre called out.

Ed Birdley stepped back into the scene, “As you can see, the pirates are having great difficulty removing the chest from the bowels of the earth. Tree roots have literally wrapped themselves around the cache.” Ed walked over to Petre, “Excuse me, Sir, how do you propose to recover the chest?”

“Ye be a scallywag what has a rendezvous with the yardarm,” Petre called out, the veins in his neck standing like rhubarb sentries. Then Petre looked at his men, “Any of me mateys have an axe?”

“No.”

“A chain saw?”

“No.”

“A Swiss Army knife with a tree saw attachement?”

“No.”

“A fairly sharp butter knife?”

“No.”

“Does any of ye have at least one sharp tooth?”

“I have a breath mint,” Ed piped up.

Petre scowled at the newsman, drew himself close to the man’s face and said, “Are ye familiar with the term, ‘blow the man down’?”

“No.”

“Ye might just yerself more familiar with them words than you’d care to be,” Petre replied.

In the end, the pirate crew admitted defeat and the camera crew discovered there really wasn’t much to see at the site of the island tree. Petre settled for a breakfast of ‘cackle fruit’ while considering stocks for Ed. Meanwhile Ed invested in stocks associated with Scoop Mouthwash.

Sometimes trees planted by water can steal the treasure of those who think it important to hide it. It can also foil the plans of pirates. The same tree can provide fruit for the righteous and stand guard as God takes care of His own.

Blessed is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked or stand in the way of sinners or sit in the seat of mockers. But his delight is in the law of the LORD, and on his law he meditates day and night. He is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither. Whatever he does prospers. Not so the wicked! They are like chaff that the wind blows away. Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment, nor sinners in the assembly of the righteous. For the LORD watches over the way of the righteous, but the way of the wicked will perish (Psalm 1: 1-6 – NIV)


The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
Accept Jesus as Your Lord and Savior Right Now - CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.


This article has been read 815 times
Member Comments
Member Date
J. C. Lamont12/12/05
Very funny and enjoyable. The accent was great.
Debbie OConnor12/12/05
Very funny. Great dialect.
Beth Muehlhausen12/13/05
Awesome dialect! I wanted the jabber to continue to the end...and sort of blipped those last two paragraphs as a result. :-)

Great character portrayal with a teeny bit of focus on one tree.....

:-D
Suzanne R12/14/05
ROFL - this is EXCELLENT! I doubt Psalm 1 will ever be quite the same for me again.... (Giggling still as I type)
Jan Ackerson 12/14/05
Wonderful!!!! Humorous, and with a message to boot. And really, your statement about "stealing the treasure of those who think it important to hide it" is very deep.

I couldn't find "vexom" anywhere...but it may be because I couldn't find me pirates' dictionary, arrrrrgh.
Garnet Miller 12/14/05
This is so funny! I loved it. Very well written too!
Marilyn Schnepp 12/16/05
Laughed aloud at the Dental Advertisement per se; and what happened to Petre's accent in the question: "A Swiss army knife with a tree saw attacment?" (couldn't help but notice the perfect diction). This is indeed a funny, witty and brilliant take on "trees". Kudos!
Denise Stanford12/16/05
This 'eres be the bes' laf' I 'ad allweek, matey, a tale worthy of Long Jon 'isself...
Not a black spot to be seen, aaargh, the moral oh this yarn, clearas the bowsprit on a galleon, to be sure...always carry a Swiss army pocket knife with tree saw attachment...ahhhhahaha clever matey, veeeery clever!
Pat Guy 12/17/05
Too many funny spots to mention and a laughing matter all the way. What a talented refreshing delight!

And sometimes a treasure muliplies in Eternity's measure when put in the Hands of God huh?

Love,
Pat
Pat Guy 12/17/05
Footnote: I guess I shouldn't say 'sometimes,'...I should say,

'A treasure always multiplies in Eternity's measure, when placed in the hands of God.'
Val Clark12/18/05
Loved the title! Some very funny moments. (Watch out, though, 'Ye might just yerself' appears to have a word missing and Petre is also spelt Petra.) Yeggy