Chapter 10: Stone Kole meets a "Pirate".
Every March, Daytona Beach in Florida hosts one of the nation's largest motorcycle rallies. Thousands of bikers from all over the nation roar into town on their gleaming bikes for fun in the surf and sand. I came across this funny little tale online and Zoofied it for your entertainment. Just a little summer beach humor for a cold winter's day.
A nice soothing tune for this chapter is 'The Sea', by Haevn.
The grizzled old wolf wearing a tee shirt, a patch-covered black canvas vest, and a pair of worn denim jeans sat resting on a bench along the Boardwalk. Even though a similarly dressed and somewhat rowdy crowd had gathered on the streets and beaches of The Strand during Motorcycle Week, he stood out. The wolf had a black patch over one eye, a wooden leg, a hook where his right paw should be, and a parrot on his shoulder.
"Stoney, he has to be a pirate!" Reggie whispered to the fennec fox standing next to him. The two surfers were watching the strange character and his bird.
"There aren't any pirates around here, only bikers," Stone muttered with a shake of his head.
"He sure looks like a pirate to me," the meerkat insisted. "Go and ask him what happened, I bet he lost his leg, paw, and eye in a great sea battle!"
"I'm not going to ask him."
"Fine, I'll ask him."
"Arr!" The wolf cheerfully called out when the little surfer approached. "How are ye, laddie?"
"I'm very well, thank you!" Reggie respectfully answered. "I was just wondering…well...are...I mean..."
"Spit it out, boy, afore ye choke on yer words."
"I was just wondering how that happened," The meerkat finally asked while he motioned toward the wolf's wooden leg.
"I'll tell ye laddie if you buy me a pint o' grog."
"Grog? I don't think they serve that around here but I'll buy you a beer."
The wolf rose and hobbled after the two surfers into a nearby bar. Settling down at a table, Reggie ordered the wolf a beer. After a few moments watching the stranger sip the frothy contents in his mug, Reggie asked, "So, what happened to your leg?"
"Me leg?" the stranger said as he thumped his wooden peg on the floor. "Aye, that one was a stroke of bad luck indeed! I was out sailin' the seven seas when a huge wave come up on me ship and it washed a great big shark up onto the deck. Before anyone could stop it, the blamed thing bit my leg off before it swam away.
"That is terrible! What happened to your paw?"
"Me paw? the stranger said as he showed the gleaming silver hook to the surfer. "Aye, that one was a stroke of bad luck indeed! I was out sailin' the seven seas when a huge wave come up on me ship and it washed a monstrous alligator up onto the deck. Before anyone could stop it, the bloody thing chomped my paw off before it swam away.
"Whoa!" What happened to your eye?"
"Me eye? the stranger said as he reached up with his one good paw and adjusted the black patch over his missing eye. "Aye, that one was a stroke of bad luck indeed. I was out sailin' the seven seas when a huge wave come up on me ship..."
"What did it wash up onto the deck this time?" Reggie excitedly exclaimed.
"Not a thing. When I was lookin' up at the wave, me parrot pooped in me eye."
The old wolf didn't say anymore but sat there silently staring with his one good eye at the two surfers while he petted his bird with his one good paw.
"So, how did your parrot's poop cause you to lose your eye that day?" Stone finally asked.
"Twas the day after I got a hook for me paw," the wolf answered as he made a wiping motion with his hook.