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Arrrrgggggghh! Today be Talk Like a Pirate Day fer all sea dogs!

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Anne Bonnie
Administrator
18 September, 2015, 3:41 PM UTC

Arrrrgggggghh! Today be Talk Like a Pirate Day fer all sea dogs from across the Seven Seas!


In honor of such an auspicious occasion, I be havin' a contest fer all ye scallywags! Even if yer Pirate language be not perfect, ye should definitely try yer luck!


So let the party begin!


1. Write a mystery or crime short story (max.10-15 sentences) based off the following points or at least one of them:


- A hidden treasure in Davy Jones' bathroom

- The fluffy Kraken and his Matey, the Greedy Parrot with the hijacked Flying Dutchman

- A Rum cake with a bite taken out of it


2. Leave a comment with yer story in the comments below.


3. Follow the terms of this wager, and the 10 best submissions will receive 1,500 Rubies each.


Captain "Bonnie" Anne O'Malley reserves the right to choose more than 10 winners.


The best works will be determined by the administration and yer 'Likes' on the 1st of October, 2015!


Avast! It be forbidden to use vulgar and offensive words in yer stories. Submissions that do not comply with the terms of the contest will be removed immediately.


NOTE: By participating in this contest you are agreeing to allow Plarium Games LTD to use your submission, in whole or in part, for any and all promotional purposes at our sole discretion. You are also agreeing to waive any claim to financial compensation or copyright of your submission now and at any point in the future.


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Sparrow
18 September, 2015, 4:07 PM UTC
A HAR MATEY, I DO THE TALK
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DutchBock
18 September, 2015, 5:01 PM UTC

Killing in the name of.

I have killed the fluffy Kraken and his Matey, the Greedy Parrot with the hijacked Flying Dutchman

And now I am eating a rum cake with a bite out of it.

Nice!

Killing in the?
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Andromeda
18 September, 2015, 5:12 PM UTC

“Arrrrr. Me jewel encrusted toilet paper roller be missin’” Davy Jones shouted, storming out of his bathroom. “Which of you landlubbers be tryin’ to pilfer me most prized possession?”

Snuggles, the fluffy kraken gave a sideways glance at his feathery friend, Polly.

“SQUAWK! Not me. Not me.” Despite his denial to Jones’ accusation, he flew to the other side of the small cabin, near Snuggles.

“And, what about ye.” Jones glared with his one good eye at Snuggles. “Ya fur lined tentacle freak.”

Snuggles shook his head in silence.

“Thar be no one else here. Which one of ye took me roller!” Fire smothered behind his eye as he menacingly extended his hooked hand. “I invite ya both here for tea and cakes and this is how ya treat me?”

“We’ll not stay here and be disparaged,” Snuggles huffed, sticking his beak in the air to emphasize his offense.

Polly flew to Snuggles’ head as they headed out the door.

Fuming the captain stormed back to the bathroom and looked at the empty holder. With his peg leg he kicked the nearby trashcan in frustration. A glint caught his eye as something rolled behind the toilet from the can.

“Blast, it musta fell off the wall. I’ll call them and apologize.” Jones went to the kitchen and grabbed the phone from the wall. As he dialed he noticed a slice missing from his rum cake.

“Me cake! Who ate me cake!”


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gordonlee
18 September, 2015, 5:23 PM UTC

Aarrr!
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It was a dark 'n stormy sea when I be sitting in me capt'ns chair a deciphering me log whilst pondering a tasty snack o rum cake.  Me trusty sea-hound, Sparky the wonder dog, quietly snoozing at me feet.  All a sudden lightning boomed o'er the forecastle, the candles dimmed and a ghastly sulfuric stench filled me quarters.  Jumping to my feet I thought the devil-his-self were makin' his appearance.   Sparky never moved, except he tooted agin.   Well, that explains the odor.  I reckon whilst I be up I'll fetch me a bit o that cake.  Then I see a Sparky-sized bite amissing from the rummy cake.  Aha, that too, explains the gassy Sparky.
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Respectfully,


Gordon  Lee
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Blasphemy
Moderator
18 September, 2015, 5:36 PM UTC

Ye scurvy bilge rats, who dare take me rum cake, ts was there and now be gone

I be thinkin ts was that scurvey old hag fluffy Kraken and his Matey Turlough

the Greedy Parrot whispered in me ear, but then it could be tricken me knowing that Anne Bonnie was eyeing me Rum cake

it be tricken me, i just be knowin it. 

But be known  th  crew seen a great grand sea beast, th' mother of all things wicked aye, an' then th' kraken came and took another slice of me rum cake, ts was mocking me, i new that rotten ol scurvy scallywags was part of it, ARHH!!  blasted dat Turlough 

I should be make him walk dat plank but ye know i think dat Anne Bonnie is invoved, i just can't catch dat saucy lass

but me eyes on her, 

 ""Yo-ho-ho-ho-ho "" 

I am a daughter of a High King who is not moved by this world for my God is with me and goes before me, I do not fear because im his
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CaptainCutlass
18 September, 2015, 5:37 PM UTC
Aye aye me maties
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happywho
18 September, 2015, 7:48 PM UTC

Puddy,the furry Kraken,  sat by the fire cleaning her "fur",which was actually a wig that Captain Flint had dropped on her when she was a baby, but no one dared tell her. Super strength glue applied as she slept kept it in place, more or less.

On Captain Flint's hat sat Sage ,the Parrot.

"Well " started Flint "Shiver me timbers tis a cold night, i think it be time for me Rum and some cake"

Moving awkwardly ,Flint entered the galley and opened the pantry door........

"No! " Flint cried " Me Rum cake!!, somebody's nabbed o bit of me Rum cake"

Sobbing ,Flint picked up the cake to show Puddy and Sage, " me mammy made this fur i " he blubbed as he peered gloomily at the large bite mark in the side of the cake.

Puddy grinned to herself and hid her face deeper into her "fur"

And all Sage could say was "pieces of cake, pieces of cake"




Who be Happy ? I be Happywho x x 

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mieke
24 September, 2015, 12:50 PM UTC

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del
24 September, 2015, 4:26 PM UTC
yyyeeeeaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh ye old sea dog
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CpChrisBrown
29 September, 2015, 9:46 PM UTC
ok
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Anne Bonnie
Administrator
30 September, 2015, 2:19 PM UTC

Hurry up! Ye still have a chance to get a reward! Do not be shy, shiver me timbers. It does not belong to a Pirate to be shy

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JohnCabot
1 October, 2015, 5:01 AM UTC

Whilst fighting the cowardly "King Carlos" me and my brave crew got pulled into this here whirlpool, Down we both went to the crushing depths. 

To my surprise we came face to face with Davy Jones himself. 

He says to me " Recite me a  poem ending in Timbuktu and the best one of ya gets me treasure I keeps in the Lu and gets to go back to the surface. 

King Carlos went first" As I was walking by the sea, A sailing ship I chance to see, It's sails were white, It's deck was blue, It's destination Timbuktu. 

Me thinks for a bit and proudly recites" As I was walking by the Sea, All alone just Tim and me, three lovely maidens we chanced to see, They were but three and we were but two, so I bucked one and Timbuktu. Suddenly  we was back on the surface. 

The crew was shaken to the core but as promised we was back and the treasure was a golden toilet and inside was a rum cake with a bite out of it.


Shiver me timbres, I hope that was rum cake.

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Anne Bonnie
Administrator
2 October, 2015, 8:57 AM UTC
Ahoy Maties! The results will be announced soon. Thank ye fer participating in our event! Ye rock, shiver me timbers!
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Blackheart
5 October, 2015, 10:37 PM UTC

A Flyin' Dutchman hed jist gorn over, with thick furry Kraken anargufyin' with his Matey, yer Greedy Parrot, as ter which yin'd acshully hoijacked it.

Wot they di'n't notice were thet they dropped a chunka Rum Cake as they flew over.  So I picked 'er up and took an 'ealthy bite, but the thing made

moy fingers all sticky an'. unushall fer me, Oi was took with rinsin' me 'ands orf.  Davy Jones' 'Aven was just by, so Oi nipped inter 'is bathroom ('cos

Oi knowed 'e'd aver a better class o' soap in thar) an' as Oi were puttin' the plug inter the sink, Oi noticed it were made o' gold!  When Oi finished

washin' me 'ands, Oi troid 'ard ter pull it orf it's chain but, failin' in the attempt, Oi just placed it on the winder ledge an' snuck out agin.  But now yer

knows : there's gold on them thar cills...

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Anne Bonnie
Administrator
6 October, 2015, 11:32 AM UTC

Blackheart, thank ye fer posting yer story. Ye will see the winners TODAY!

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Wendra
6 October, 2015, 5:13 PM UTC
Arghhhh!!
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Andromeda
7 October, 2015, 2:13 PM UTC
No announcement? 
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Anne Bonnie
Administrator
8 October, 2015, 4:44 PM UTC

Ahoy ye scurvy dogs and Pirate Ladies!

As promised the best submissions will receive 1,500 Rubies each. 


ANDROMEDA

GORDONLEE

BLASPHEMY

JOHNCABOT

BLACKHEART

HAPPYWHO
DUTCHBOCK

Yer stories arrr awesome! I hope ye do not mind if I save them and read before bed

Hey, have ye ever cooked Rum cake?



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Gabriel Bueno
13 October, 2015, 6:16 AM UTC
dentre os tesouros que compõe o grande onepiece um deles e um enorme e delicioso bolo de Rum 
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