“Walk the plank!” Captain Billy ordered, his sword swooshing menacingly above his head. I looked out at the wooden walkway of doom and gulped as seagulls and vultures circled and crowed above. The sea salt filled my nostrils and I began to feel sick.
“b.b.but…” I stammered, one foot tentatively examining the boards.
“But nothing, ya scurvy sea-dog!” he roared, stepping forward and forcing me to put two feet upon the plank.
Captain Billy lowered his sword and jabbed at my ribs. “MOVE!” he barked.
“Oww! Billy, that really hurt” I cried, tears welling up. “Mum! Billy poked me again!”
Submitted for Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. See if you can write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words.
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