A PirAte’s Tale
Under a starry sky, a magnificent ship floated along.
Tucked away in the ship’s kitchen, the fierce pirates were plotting their next move. Should they sail across the Sea of Laughing? Should they take to land and risk meeting face to face with fierce giants in the Forest of Cheeseburgers?
It had been twenty weeks since they last saw dry land. Most of the crew would give anything to be playing tennis in the sandy beaches of Vila do Conde.
The ship’s captain, José, ran strong his fingers through his long beard. Suddenly, an idea hit Captain José’s brain like a coconut.
“Arrgh,
“Who’s got the map of the Caribbean?”
me
lads!”
he
shouted,
All the other pirates looked at each other and the room grew as quiet as a mouse in a frying pan.
After two minutes, first mate António said, “Captain, we ate the map last week when we ran out of packages for our delicious spaghetti.” The captain waved his arm in the air and yelled “Underpants!”