Tales of the Festering Boil: The Curacao Caper - Chapter 18 |
The Curacao Caper: Chapter Eighteen - Color Me Pirate! Its Purple! Wellington Peddicords temper was growing despite the fact that he was employing his storied two-pronged approa...
Posted by on Wed, 27 May 2009 15:42:00 GMT |
Tales of The Festering Boil: The Curacao Caper - Chapter Seventeen |
The Curaçao Caper - Chapter 17The knife sped through the air so fast that its end-over-end trajectory was a blur, hitting the wood point first and burying itself an inch deep with a satisfying "THUNK!...
Posted by on Thu, 21 May 2009 15:55:00 GMT |
Tales of the Festering Boil: The Curacao Caper - Chapter Sixteen |
The Curacao Caper: Chapter 16 A View From the Taffrail: Or, Of Popes and Potatoes. Ol Chumbucket and Capn Slappy stood at the taffrail and watched as an overly turbulent wake was the only connection...
Posted by on Mon, 18 May 2009 06:42:00 GMT |
Tales of the Festering Boil: The Curacao Caper - Chapter Fifteen |
Chapter 15 The door blew open - they almost always did after a single blow from a five-foot long, three-inch thick iron bar wielded by the immense form of Cementhands McCormack."Everyone stand still, ...
Posted by on Wed, 13 May 2009 07:17:00 GMT |
Tales of the Festering Boil: Chapter Fourteen |
The Curacao Caper Chapter 14 - A Smoldering Soufflé of Just Desserts and Pencil-Thin Mustaches BY THE SPLINTERS ON A LILY-LIVERED, LAND LUBBIN, TOE-TAPPIN JEBUSITE of a PLANK-RIDERS BOTTOM &!!! Bl...
Posted by on Sun, 10 May 2009 11:52:00 GMT |
Tales of the Festering Boil: The Curacao Caper: Chapter Thirteen |
The Curaçao Caper - Chapter 13"Ahoy the deck!" Two Patch shouted down from atop the main mast. "Here they come!"On the quarterdeck George the Greek and Ol' Chumbucket shifted their gaze from the oppos...
Posted by on Thu, 07 May 2009 06:09:00 GMT |
Tales of the Festering Boil: The Curacao Caper - Chapter Twelve |
Chapter Twelve - "Beach Blanket Broohah-PWAH!" I could use a little help. Spencer gasped for breath as he strained against the oars pulling the longboat through the surf toward the beach. I mean, ser...
Posted by on Mon, 04 May 2009 06:24:00 GMT |
Tales of the Festering Boil: The Curacao Caper - Chapter Eleven |
The Curacao Caper, Chapter 11It wasn't the Frenchman's ship that Two Patch had sighted, but a small Spanish merchantman The Boil overtook and relieved of its cargo of wine, silks and racy Italian nove...
Posted by on Sat, 02 May 2009 07:02:00 GMT |
Tales of the Festering Boil: The Curacao Caper - Chapter Ten |
Curacao 10: "Daffodils, Dikes and Demographics"Bernard Jeffries gripped the heavy draperies that shielded the governor's boudoir from the unforgiving illumination of a bright Caribbean afternoon. Atti...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Apr 2009 06:50:00 GMT |
Tales of the Festering Boil: The Curacao Caper - Chapter Nine |
The Curaçao Caper Chapter 9 What the hell is this? Capn Slappy shouted as he stormed out of the captains private head, one hand clutching his unfastened trousers and the other waving the copy of ...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Apr 2009 07:00:00 GMT |
