First Line Friday 10th September

Hello and many thanks to Dylan Hughes for setting the fortnightly First Line Friday challenge. You can find out more and join in here

Let’s see what I can do with this:

Your line for this week is:

Today, Tristan decided to be a pirate.

Today, Tristan decided to be a pirate.
He looked around his ship as it floated on the grassy sea, and it didn’t matter he had no crew as then he wouldn’t have to worry about mutiny in the ranks or having to give orders. He also wouldn’t have to fight anyone for treasure as he’d broken his cutlass and for now was content to sit and watch everything going on around him.
From his vantage point in the Crow’s Nest, he could make out Mrs Daley’s washing line through his trusty telescope and realised today must be Friday, as she always washed her sheets on a Friday.
Turning to the North, he saw Mister Chips stalking a blackbird and blew on his whistle to shoo it away. The bird flew off to face another day, and the cat stuck his tail in the air, walking off in a dinnerless huff. Tristan had never liked Mister Chips. He was a bully of the highest order, always picking on something smaller than him purely for the fun of it. Tristan knew how that felt.

His stomach rumbled and he wondered what exactly pirates had to eat. Would he have to catch his own supper? A life on the open seas probably meant catching fish and somehow he didn’t think fish came in boxes of neat little fingers covered in breadcrumbs. He fumbled around in his pocket and unearthed a sweet of uncertain calibre, but it smelt OK so he popped it in his mouth, sucking hard and deep in thought.
He stood to exit the Crow’s Nest as his mother came out with a tray.
‘Here you are Capt’n!’ she smiled placing it on the small plastic folding picnic table.
The plate had little fish shaped pieces and some chips, his favourite.
Yep. Being a pirate was fun. Especially when Mums made the best cooks!

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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.

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