“Aargh, matey,” Roger said. “The wench is cold as an iceberg. I need my booty but I can’t get her to put out.”
“Are you taking about Molly?” Dean asked.
“Aye,” Roger said. “If things don’t change, I’m going to have to toss her overboard.”
“Have you ever considered that it might be because you’ve taken this whole pirate motif a bit too far?” Dean said.
“Shiver me timbers, that’s mutinous words, matey,” Roger snapped. “Do you want to walk the plank?”
“Listen, dude,” Dean said. “I know your band is called Captain Hook and the Jolly Rogers. You have a Jolly Roger decal on the back of your guitar and you dress up like Captain Cook when you and the band perform.”
“Aye,” Roger said. “So your point is what?”
“Well,” Dean said, “is it really necessary for you to stay in character even when you’re not performing? The tricorn hat, the bandana, the eye patch, the fake hook on your hand, the rubber cutlass and scabbard, the black boots. It’s too much, Roger.
“Avast swabby,” Roger said. “It’s who I am.”
“No, Roger, you’re an accountant who plays in a band on weekends at a local dive bar,” Dean said. “You’re a freak and I’m surprised Molly even gave you the time of day, much less went out on a date with you.”
“Ahoy, buccaneer,” Roger said. “You need to batten down the hatches or I’ll set you adrift and turn you into shark bait.”
“I give up,” Dean said, throwing both of his hands into the air. “Good luck with Molly.”
Writtne for today’s Three Things Challenge from Teresa. The words are Jolly Roger, guitar, and iceberg.