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.
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!