Chapter 4


 
Chapter 4:


Bulldog interrupted brusquely, “Arrr…that be all?! Thought you’d have more!” 


“Silence!” shrieked the Captain pompously. He continued, “Therefore, by the power of the Queen of England, I sentence you to walk the plank.”  The Captain rolled up the scroll and placed it back in his vest quipping, “Any last words before I carry out the sentence?”   


“Yeah,” growled Bad Eye, “Do you need a special booster seat to reach the helm of the ship, Little Guy?”


The whole crew snickered at this remark. The Captain whipped his head around to silence his subordinates, then turned back to Bulldog and declared, “We shall see how funny you are when the sharks have you for dinner.”  With that, the Captain slowly opened his overcoat to reveal a shiny pistol. Maintaining uninterrupted eye contact with Bad Eye, he leisurely removed the gun from his waistband, pointed it at Bulldog and said evenly, “Walk.”   


Bulldog scoffed and spit at the Captain’s feet. Then, he turned and walked to the end of the plank where he looked down into the deep waters. The day was so clear and bright, he could see five feet below the surface. He swallowed heavily at the sight of half a dozen Great White sharks circling the base of the ship. The crew had enticed the sharks earlier by dumping chum into the ocean. The Captain cocked his pistol and barked, “You have to the count of five to jump.”


On the very edge of the plank, Bad Eye turned confidently to face the Captain.


“ Arrr. Don’t be strainin’ yurself with all that counting, Shorty!” smirked Bad Eye as he calmly let his weight help him fall backward. It was a short fall, but Bad Eye had all the time in the world to think. He thought about his friends, and his beloved hometown. He thought about Ted, and hoped someone would feed him today. The sky was so beautiful over the ocean, he thought.


After the crew heard a decisive splash, they rushed to the side of the ship to witness the end of Bad Eye.   More sharks had arrived at the scene, and they were engulfing Bad Eye from all sides. After a few minutes the sea was quiet. Not even a ripple could be seen for miles.  The Captain turned to his crew. 


“Back to work everyone. Show’s over.”


Unexpectedly, a loud and joyous shout from the water broke through the silence.  Once again, the crew amassed at the edge of the ship to gaze at the sight below. This time however, their eyes beheld a spectacular sight! Bad Eye Bulldog was gliding on top of the water riding one of the sharks! 


As he rode away, Bad Eye looked over his shoulder, saluted the Captain and yelled, “Oh, by the way Captain, I forgot to tell ya, I speak shark. They be thankin’ ya fer the chum earlier.  And I be thankin’ ya fer the bath.  I was needin’ one.” 


While Bad Eye rode off into the sunset on the back of a great white, the tiny Captain stood on his tiny stool staring out at the ocean without moving. No one had the heart to tell him he’d dropped his tiny pistol overboard.

 
Story By: Bulldog White
Written By: Scott White
Edited By: Jordan McMillian

 

 

 

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