Tales From The Oxventure – mini scenes, asides and the sort of what-ifs that plague you at 3am until you write them down…
A sack of loot thudded wetly onto the deck of the Joyful Damnation, quickly followed by a soaked pirate landing beside it with all the grace of a boneless halibut.
Flopping onto his back, Corazón drew a much-needed lungful of air before dignity got the better of him and he dragged himself to his feet, stumbling to the railing. He leaned out precariously, hollering at the distant lights of the town.
“Yeah, that’s right idiots! Told you, you’d never catch me! Told you it was pointless! No one’s as fast as Corazón De Ba-.”
He froze, every inch of him clenching as he suddenly felt… something. Something not right. Something wriggling inside his trouser leg.
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