No. 508

“We’re Christmas pirates,” said the Captain, emphasising “Christmas”. “We plunder mostly trees and tinsel.”

“We don’t have any of those on board,” I told him, my eyes locked on the giant sword strapped to his belt.

“Oh,” said the confused scallywag, “I suppose we’ll be moving along, then.”

“Come on, boys,” he cried, waving his candy-cane hook in the air, “There will be another sleigh along, shortly!”


As they departed, off into the snowy night, I sat back against my seat and breathed a massive sigh of relief.