How the Cookie Crumbles

Life and scribbles on the far side of SIXTY-FIVE

Flash in the Pan – Scurvy


Constructed strong, the ship drifts wearing tired, ragged sails. Once four, now one, limps home today, with miles and miles to go.

“Cook, will we have fish tonight?” the first mate probes again.

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“No sire. No-one’s left to catch them now.”

“What supper will we have then?”

“Rubber boots and ald socks, if we be lucky sire.”

The first mate stares with exhausted eyes, but drops them to the floor.

“Dere’s nuting to be had, no more, that’s why the scurvy comes.”

“The captain will die…”

“And you and I, and not one left a’tall.”

Then treasure’s—good no more.

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Author: Let's CUT the Crap!

I'm getting a little LONG in the tooth and have things to say about---ouch---AGEing. I believe it's certainly a state of mind but sometimes it's nice to hear that you're NORMAL. I enjoy reading by the truckload. I'm a grandma but I don't feel OLD although I'm not so young anymore. My plan is to stick it out as long as I can on this lovely planet and only will leave it kicking and screaming!

16 thoughts on “Flash in the Pan – Scurvy

  1. Good one! Dialect and all. Brings back things I’ve read about scurvy breaking out on ships. Interesting. 🙂


  2. Enjoyed it,loved it! Fantastic visuals through just a few 100 words! 🙂


  3. Shiver me timbers, matey! Ye’ve done it again! A round o’ grog for ev’ry man!


  4. Poor fellows!!!
    Good story Tess – all the treasure, and nothing to eat. Yeah – the story of our lives actually!


  5. Ouch! You do know our body count is high in this FTP.


  6. This is an enjoyable feast of poetry my friend,
    ’tis a pity that ye olde shipmates suffered, no fresh
    fruit and no teeth after a long voyage either 😦

    Well written…



    • Thank you, Andro and I don’t do poetry but somehow this developed a little lilt and surprised me too. I cannot imagine being stuck in the middle of the ocean, with a broken rudder or what have you and no food, certainly not fruits and vegetables…