“Ahoy me hearties!” bellowed the actor on the deck of the Sulphur Sark. Holding a steel blade aloft he started to swing it around in a figure of eight fashion. He was alone, and knew he wouldn’t cause any damage if he came on board to rehearse.
“Shiver me timbers!” he continued, although now he had the feeling he was being watched. He looked around and saw nobody there, so carried on.
He heard a ghostly voice behind him, and turned quickly, just as the Jolly Roger wrapped itself around him. “Shiver me timbers!” was the last thing he heard.
The Mansionic Perspective 
Would you like to leave a comment?