Fay stumbled over a flour sack and Barnaby almost fell into the pickle barrel as the room filled with sweaty, snarling sailors. The big yellow-toothed pirate whom Fay had first seen at the shed door was now sneering into her face.<\/p>\n
\t\u201cWhat\u2019cha got ta\u2019 eat here Missy?\u201d he demanded. \u201cGots ta\u2019 be better\u2019n Twicky\u2019s hardtack!\u201d<\/p>\n
\t\u201cYou have tried my patience long enough sir!\u201d said Patty stepping forward to square off with Yellow Tooth. \u201cYou have eaten everything we have, and I say it\u2019s time for you and your nasty shipmates to set sail!\u201d<\/p>\n
\t\u201cPlus you stink!\u201d shouted Barnaby Hootsman from over by the pickle barrel.<\/p>\n
\tFay wished he hadn\u2019t. Because a glimmer of craziness suddenly appeared in Yellow Tooth\u2019s eyes which hadn\u2019t been quite so obvious before.<\/p>\n
\t\u201cAnd just how pretty are you gonna smell,\u201d snarled Yellow Tooth, \u201cin pickle juice?\u201d Snagging Barnaby by the shirt collar, Yellow Tooth hoisted him in the air, then dunked him head first into the pickle barrel. Barnaby scrambled to right himself and came up sputtering as the pirate crew began to chant \u201cFOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \t\u201cOUT!\u201d yelled Patty.<\/p>\n \t\u201cYou first!\u201d hollered Yellow Tooth pushing her into the pirate mob, which kept pushing her right out the door.<\/p>\n \t\u201cYou too Codger!\u201d yelled Yellow Tooth, as Joe Parsnip was shoved out right behind Patty.<\/p>\n \tBut just as Yellow Tooth fixed his crazed glare on Fay, she heard a familiar growl from the doorway.<\/p>\n \t\u201cWhat ARE ya?\u201d bellowed Captain Arg. \u201cSquirmy little Mommy\u2019s boys? Weentsy little babies havin\u2019 a tantrum \u2018cause their Mama won\u2019t give \u2018em sweetsies?\u201d<\/p>\n \tA hush fell over the room as Arg shoved his way to the center of the crowd. \tThe other pirates\u2019 growls softened to a simmer. Yellow Tooth alone seemed to have no intention of backing down. \tCaptain Arg returned Yellow Tooth\u2019s fearsome stare without a blink. \t\u201cThe difference,\u201d said Yellow Tooth, unsheathing his cutlass with a swish of metal, \u201chas to do wif\u2019 whether I filet you now…or later!\u201d<\/p>\n \tArg looked surprised, but only for a flash, as he drew a sword of his own. \tA murmur started from the pirate mob, and a lone voice from the back squeaked \u201cso long as it\u2019s Jolly Rogers!\u201d \t\u201cAnd who hasn\u2019t got no Jolly Rogers boys?\u201d snarled Yellow Tooth with an evil curl of his lip.<\/p>\n \t\u201cARG!\u201d<\/em> screamed the crew.<\/p>\n \t\u201cSkewer \u2018im!\u201d yelled a pirate.<\/p>\n \t\u201cRoast \u2018im like a bull on a spit!\u201d shouted another.<\/p>\n \tFay winced and shut her eyes tight as glass broke behind her. She opened them again to see a surging mob of pirates gone mad–smashing windows, spilling cabinets, and one heaving a lit tobacco pipe at a bolt of canvas which caught fire like an exploding gas can.<\/p>\n \tThe door was nearby. If she ran now she\u2019d make it out. But what about Barnaby? She\u2019d barely had the thought when something that felt like a bird\u2019s claw gripped her arm and pulled her out the door.<\/p>\n \n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Fay stumbled over a flour sack and Barnaby almost fell into the pickle barrel as the room filled with sweaty, snarling sailors. The big yellow-toothed pirate whom Fay had first seen at the shed door was now sneering into her face. \u201cWhat\u2019cha got ta\u2019 eat here Missy?\u201d he demanded. \u201cGots ta\u2019 be better\u2019n Twicky\u2019s hardtack!\u201d […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[10],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.emilygillespieclement.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/163"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.emilygillespieclement.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.emilygillespieclement.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.emilygillespieclement.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.emilygillespieclement.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=163"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/www.emilygillespieclement.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/163\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":170,"href":"http:\/\/www.emilygillespieclement.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/163\/revisions\/170"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.emilygillespieclement.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=163"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.emilygillespieclement.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=163"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.emilygillespieclement.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=163"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n\t\u201cYou ain\u2019t gonna tell me,\u201d said Captain Arg, \u201cthat you big boys are startin\u2019 a riot on account of you run out of Jolly Rogers, now are ya\u2019?\u201d<\/p>\n
\n\t\u201cI wanna know Cap\u2019n!\u201d he demanded. \u201cAbout the Jolly Rogers. Are we out? Or are we flat out?\u201d<\/p>\n
\n\t\u201cI\u2019d like to know what difference it\u2019s going to make,\u201d he said, \u201cwhether we\u2019re out, or whether we\u2019re flat out?\u201d<\/p>\n
\n\t\u201cYou ain\u2019t shiverin\u2019 my timbers, boy,\u201d he said. \u201cI\u2019ll feed the crew what I want, when I want.\u201d<\/p>\n
\n\t\u201cJolly Rogers!\u201d cried another voice, followed by another, until the entire mob was droning in spine-tingling tones, \u201cJOLLY ROGERS JOLLY ROGERS JOLLY ROGERS…\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n