Smash & Grab & Loot & Steal #1
“May I help you?” the stuffy man at the counter asked.
“Keep yer eyes to yerself, matey!”
“Ye best be helpful, dog!”
A dirty hand loaded with shiny gold rings reached across the counter and tweaked the salesman’s name tag.
“Don’t be thinkin’ we ain’t watching ye, Gary.”
The way the hand’s owner said Gary’s name made the salesman think of how someone might describe a pile of fecal matter. Another chorus of arrrr’s and grunts and snarls and other pirate-y noises followed the boisterous threats directed at the customer service rep. Tina held up her hand, and the store became quiet other than the rustling of sword scabbards and knife sheaths, the tinkling of jewelry, and the clink of coins within their purses.
“Don’t mind them,” she said to the man behind the counter. “They’re just…”
The man raised an eyebrow at her, waiting to hear what her answer could possibly be.
“They’re just a band of pirates my husband hired to follow me around to make sure no one gives me any trouble,” she said with a sigh, sounding as if she’d had to explain it for the hundredth time in the last ten minutes.
Gary gave a wary glance to the six pirates gathered around her. “I see,” he said. He looked back at the attractive woman standing before him. “How may I be of assistance?”
“Do you think you could fix this?” Tina asked, holding out her hand.
Gary leaned forward to get a look at the gold chain. He paused when he felt the tip of a sword under his chin. He glanced up to see a mouth full of shiny gold teeth greeting him.
“I see ya achin’ to get a look-see down M’lady’s shirt,” Captain Ironbeak growled, his voice dangerous and only slightly less toxic than the atmosphere of Jupiter. Continue reading