(Captain Pandemic and the Daring Kazoo was a little narrato-pictoral experiment I ran on tumblr over the summer. I liked it enough that I’m going to keep making it! However, I’m going to do it here instead. Check out Part 1 here, or the last part here.)
“ARR, bring us dockside, ladess!” Captain Pandemic boomed from the crow’s nest. “We be needin’ reparations and repartee, if my drift ye be catchin’.” The Daring Kazoo screeched against the side of the dock, bruised, battered, and burnt, smashing to a halt. Captain Pandemic jumped to the dock with the few doubloons they had left.
“AHOY thar, Charles Valoo and Buccaneer Gray!” She addressed two of the four remaining pirates and tossed them most of the coin. “Hire some brigands to patch ‘er up. I…” she paused as her gaze passed over the little port of Shantytown – a more wretched hive of scum and villainy you will never find – and declared, “I arr be findin’ me a parrot.”
The Vice Admiral, exhausted, steered his battleship along the coastline. A sharp rap rang through the door. “Come in?” “I don’ mean to intrude, sir, if you’re busy…” Oh blast, he thought, he hadn’t changed out of his clothes since the battle two days ago. They, charred and bloodied, must’ve been what gave him little disturbance til now. “No, its fine, come in.” Barker, his first mate, cautiously stepped forward. “Sir, we need to make birth soon. The ship is falling to pieces.”
The Vice Admiral checked his map, dirty and bloody as well, he now saw. “It seems we have no choice. We’ll have to pull in… to Shantytown.”