Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.
Hosted by Denise, there is but one rule. It relates to the number of sentences in a story. Can you guess the rule?
Prompt word:
HATCH
“Argghh whaddya say ye scurvy bunch of wharf rats, is she guilty as a raven or innocent as a writing….arggrhhh?”
Standing at the rail of the quarterdeck, the captain shouted down at the gathered crew and began to pace back and forth; the defiant, yet winsome, prisoner stood like the next-to last finalist in a Spelling Bee Sudden Death round, her hands behind her back secured to the binnacle, prow draped in hand-me-down silks of the would-be buccaneer; the pirate commander had their fullest, if not fulsome, attention.
The Master of the galleon, ‘Reprehensible’ paced to and fro, his uniform a tattered mismatch from the Royal Navy/Army store; where once hung ribbons of campaigns and medals of honor, were dried animal parts; some for their protective effects as talisman such as the shark tooth or the gannet beak, others, like dried human ears and scarabs of actual beetles, clearly were just for effect.
“Guilty!”
Hearing the ragged consensus, his assessment of the crew, recently brigadoon’d from a discount Club Med resort on the Isle of Onam in the French Chantillys, made it certain the Captain could do nothing ore than deliver the team-building coup-de-grace, “What do we do with mutineers?”
“Make ‘er walk the hatch… walk the Hatch!”
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William, the latest sailor to join the crew, heard the captain’s question, “What do we do with mutineers?” and knew the answer right away, shouting, “Make ‘er walk the plank!” with a pump of his fist, only to be drowned out by the cries of “walk the hatch!”
He peered down the line of his comrades, perplexed. After the group had disassembled, Salty Billy, one of the oldest of the crew, and who William secretly looked up to as a grandfatherly figure, approached him, asking, “What’s gotten ye so confounded?”
“Why are we dooming her to fall down into the ship’s cargo hold, and not off the plank to the bottom of the ocean?”
“Ah, I’d forgotten ye’d be on this vessel nary a week yet, nor out in this part of the ‘cean for nary a month. Ye see, boy, there be a mermaid goddess that don’t abide no drownings in her waters, and she be sending her retribution after any as so tries to cause one, so there be no justice in sending any mutineer out into her embrace, meanwhile, ye’d best be sitting while I tells ye ’bout the cursed creature Cap’ain’s trapped in the cargo hold…”
lol!
very fun riff off an otherwise what-in-the-name-of-SOC is this?!!
Oh, my, but that was fun!
sometimes (or many times) it’s better to be fun than effective
I like how the captain went to the Royal Navy/Army store to get his clothing and accessories. And his crew from a discount Club Med resort.
thank you, Frank!
Sounds Like an altogether squirrely bunch. I say drop ’em all the way down the hatch ?& leave ’em in the bilge!
“Off with their Meds!!”
I reckon the whole lot would be useful as ship’s ballast.
lol (you beat D Avery to the ballast pun by a single comment
Yes, as others have said, this six was a b(al)last! Perhaps there will be more to follow.
No, on this Johnny D and I part ways!
well, maybe one more visit to the galleon ‘Reprehensible’
Pirates and mutineers, eh? What fun!
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Heeheehee! This one is a doozy.
(that’s what we get when I say, “I can’t think of a storyline that we all would enjoy…”)