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A pirate that suffers from sea sickness, it turns out, is no pirate at all.

Captain Pigeonbeard had long since swapped the stormy seas for life in the clouds. It was fair to say, the change had been much kinder on his constitution.

His crew was initially rather miffed at the changes in circumstance. Waving a cutlass around a cockpit was frowned upon, you see. Deck swabbing and knot-tying were now quite useless trades. The guy that manned the crow’s nest had been laid off, of course. His position deemed irrelevant, now they all had a bird’s eye view.

This piece was submitted as part of Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. 1 photograph. 100 words. Sometimes over 100 people taking part.