Every Man for Himself

“I don’t know, officer,” Frank said. “It happened so fast that it’s all kind of a blur.”

“Can you start at the beginning?” The Coast Guard officer asked.

“Well, a bunch of us got together to celebrate Brad’s thirtieth birthday on his yacht,” Frank said. “Brad is filthy rich, you know. He designed a way to build modular vehicles and made a fortune.”

“Please focus on what happened when you were on the boat?” The officer, who was losing patience, said.

“Yeah, right,” Feank said. “So Brad castoff and took us out off the coast to some remote place somewhere. Meanwhile, we were all drinking beer and smoking grass and barbecuing a bunch of baby back ribs when the boat hit an iceberg….”

“An iceberg?”

“Okay maybe a large rock or a reef or whatever,” Frank said.

“And then?”

“And then the boat started to sink,” Frank said. “I grabbed a lifebuoy ring thing and jumped in the water and started swimming toward the shore.”

“And what about the others?”

“Hey listen, dude,” Frank said, “at the first sign of catastrophe, it’s every man for himself.”


Written for these daily prompts: Your Daily Word Prompt (blur), Ragtag Daily Prompt (together), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (modular), Word of the Day Challenge (castoff), The Daily Spur (remote), and MMA Storytime (ribs).

Pirate Booty

E5E4ACC0-5103-4A30-9FAD-93CD28FD83A1“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.