Shipwreck: Murtogg and Mullroy Chapter 31
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The Story Muddog Told
It was one of those grey nights. We knew a storm was coming, the kind where the lightning’s flashing and clouds are clumped together and the water and sky are grey and the ship’s swaying and pitching up and down and up and down and side to side and the water’s washing on the deck. The ship’s making strange creaking noises, groaning and moaning like it has a stomach ache or it’s been hit on the head with a big scaly, slimy, stinky fish.
It was going to be the sort of storm where everyone’s scurrying around tightening ropes and trying not to slip or be scared. We tried not to get scared. We wanted to be brave and heroic so we’d be able to tell everyone about it later. Or at least have someone else tell someone we were brave. That’s important you know.
Well, the point is the storm wasn’t there yet, but it was getting closer. We didn’t want to be securing and tightening when the storm was there. I was on one of the lower decks checking the cannons. I was on the last one when the ship tilted, just a bit at first. The cannon crept towards my toes. I backed up- crushed toes have never been on my list of enjoyable things that I’d someday like to do, but haven’t yet. I was about to secure it, then-WHOMP! I’m flat on my back facing the cannon, the ship leveled, I groaned, deck tilted, the cannon crept a bit more, ship tipped down again, I sat up.
I smiled, laughed a bit, and did a sort of dance sitting on the deck, wagging my finger at the cannon, “You can’t get me! You can not! You can’t get me! Ha-ha-ha-ha-HAH! I’m not squishy, squished, squashy, squishy, squish, squash -SQUASHY!”
POW! Lightning was doing its regular rumbling noises, the ship tilted, the cannon rolled after me, rumbling like it was a hungry cat, I scurried backwards, “No, no, no no! I didn’t mean it! I didn’t Mr. Cannon”
It just kept rumbling and moving, and I was crawling backwards, “No squash Joe! No close! No squish! No squash! No pumpkin!”
“Parley?” Shuffling back I gulped, flopped off my boot and threw it, tossed my other boot, then finally my old faithful hat. RUMBLE! I hurriedly crawled backwards colliding with wood-no a wall! I closed my eyes and waited. Nothing. I opened my eyes in disbelief. No ouch? No shouts of “ow”? No crushed toes? It had stopped! It had stopped-but how? I glanced down, there wedged beneath one of the wheels was my hat.