The life of Sargrassum the Squrrel .
Disclamer: I don't own anything exept Sargrassum and the names. Exept for
Gelltor.I borrowed that.
Beleve it or not, there once was a corsair with heart. He wasn't like a mouse, all noble like, but he wasn't a mindless killer. The night that he found him, he and his crew were plundering a seaside village.
"Oy, Cap'n, lookit this!" said Steelstuf, his first mate. "The tresure chest o' the whole durn town."
"Good, good. Save it in the extra chest and round up the slaves- leave the dead un's here to rot. I'll head the search crew." Pulling open a salt-encrusted door, he peered around. A dead squrrel lady lay on the ground, her corpse littered with arrows. A fant sound came through an ajar door.
It was a small baby squrrel, laying in a hardwood crib that was now half broken. A rat that he faintly knew as Reguja was standing over the crib, his scimitar raised as he shouted, "I'll teach you to bite me! Say hello to mommy!" Quick as a flash, Captain Gelltor was there, slitting his throat wth his knife. Cap'n (as he liked to be called) picked up the squrrel and hiding her in his satchel. "Round it up, me laddies, and grab the loot!"
Fifteen seasons later
Sargrasseum yawned and turned over. That was a strange dream. she thought. Oh well. Getting up, she stretched and put on breeches and a shirt. Up on deck, she headed towards her favorite seat on the bowsprit, eating a small fish that had been left on a tray near her door for breakfast. All of the vermin on this early watch nodded to her as she took her seat. She had only been sitting for a moment when she saw a site that was the only hope for the seasick galley slaves. Or was it a cloud on the horizon? No. She shouted out the famous words just as Derrat, a rat with unnatural sight shouted them- "LAND AHOY!"
A/n:How do you like it? It's my first fic ever.
Beleve it or not, there once was a corsair with heart. He wasn't like a mouse, all noble like, but he wasn't a mindless killer. The night that he found him, he and his crew were plundering a seaside village.
"Oy, Cap'n, lookit this!" said Steelstuf, his first mate. "The tresure chest o' the whole durn town."
"Good, good. Save it in the extra chest and round up the slaves- leave the dead un's here to rot. I'll head the search crew." Pulling open a salt-encrusted door, he peered around. A dead squrrel lady lay on the ground, her corpse littered with arrows. A fant sound came through an ajar door.
It was a small baby squrrel, laying in a hardwood crib that was now half broken. A rat that he faintly knew as Reguja was standing over the crib, his scimitar raised as he shouted, "I'll teach you to bite me! Say hello to mommy!" Quick as a flash, Captain Gelltor was there, slitting his throat wth his knife. Cap'n (as he liked to be called) picked up the squrrel and hiding her in his satchel. "Round it up, me laddies, and grab the loot!"
Fifteen seasons later
Sargrasseum yawned and turned over. That was a strange dream. she thought. Oh well. Getting up, she stretched and put on breeches and a shirt. Up on deck, she headed towards her favorite seat on the bowsprit, eating a small fish that had been left on a tray near her door for breakfast. All of the vermin on this early watch nodded to her as she took her seat. She had only been sitting for a moment when she saw a site that was the only hope for the seasick galley slaves. Or was it a cloud on the horizon? No. She shouted out the famous words just as Derrat, a rat with unnatural sight shouted them- "LAND AHOY!"
A/n:How do you like it? It's my first fic ever.