Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Pirates’ Plunder
I knew that D-man would band them together – again – transforming the ragtag bunch of cousins into a well-tuned troop of plundering pirates, exuberantly mounting their quest.
“Yo-ho, yo-ho, a pirate’s life for me! Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for me!”
I stifled a giggle upon hearing the uninhibited rallying cry, peeked through the blinds, and joined in their chorus from my culinary choir loft. Bandit’s wagging tail gave away their positions, so I set aside my back-of-the-mind, ominous sense of impending trouble.
The eight year-old led his ‘mates’ around the perimeter of the yard, fearlessly challenging bramble bushes and climbing ‘neath the drooping forsythia boughs; conjuring up visions of imagined island reefs, castle moats and forest caves.
“Yo-ho, yo-ho, a pirate’s life for me! Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for me!”
My eyes strained to follow their progress as they reached the farthest corner of the property near the ripped fence that lay strewn in a twisted mess; the aftermath of Sandy’s uncompromising swathe that upended ancient oaks and all things in their path. But no cause for concern, as the savvy pirate captain deftly steered his followers away from danger. The timer pinged me back to kitchen reality and with a sense of relief, I resumed my land-lubber chores.
All of a sudden, I heard a cacophony of chatter, barking and crying. One look and I could see that immediate intervention was needed. Lifting the youngest pirate to the granite countertop and removing his eyepatch, I examined the protruding splinter – the root-cause of the throbbing thumb. After antiseptic intervention and a colorful band-aid, the crocodile tears began to ebb.
From his vantage point on the countertop, he “spied with his little (red) eye”, – Grandma’s peanut butter cookies, fresh from the oven – perfect plunder for my backyard pirates!
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This week’s Trifecta challenge:
BAND (verb)
3: to gather together : unite
This week’s Studio 30+ prompts:
OPTION 1- OMINOUS
OPTION 2- SPLINTER
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Lighthouse in the Mist, Cape May, NJ
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Festive View from the Pub, Peddler’s Village – Lahaska, PA.
Home Sweet Home
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Such a cute story. I want to go watch Pirates of the Caribbean now. Mmmm…Johnny Depp and Peanut Butter Cookies sound amazing! Lol.
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Thanks..and we are in WDW now…did Pirates of Caribbean twice! And brought the PB Cookies down here with us…good airplane and in room emergency snacks!
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Summertime, pirates and splinters. *looks around for a hammock*
Happy story!
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Seeing those cookies makes me want to be a pirate, too! Yeah, that’s the life for me 🙂
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Peanut butter cookies make for a benevolent pirates!
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I just adored this, mostly because I have 5 yr old twin boys and I could hear their little voices chanting out this refrain.
And summer is the time of splinters. And I spy with my little eye.. What a joyous piece!!
Well written and captivating. Thank you for linking up this week!
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Thank you, Kir.
You are correct…and this week we are at Disney-world with my daughter (I’m Still Learning) and her two boys…well, three if you count hubby. I spy…is a good game for long lines at Pirates of the Caribbean. There…now we’ve come full circle again. We just got here today and coincidentally, after I posted the log yesterday, my grandson made it known that his ring tone was…you guessed it: Yo ho, yo ho. Thanks for your comments.
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I was on edge, so afraid something worse than a splinter was going to happen. At least he got the cookie in the end, and peanut butter – yum!
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As I responded to Gina, I am an overprotective grandma so a splinter was the author’s choice,
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I LOVED this. So cute. So sweet!!! My Grandma’s were of the chocolate chip variety. None were like them.
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I do chocolate chip too, but peanut butter and oatmeal are regulars. And Grandma is too overprotective. Besides I hate tragedies! Thanks for commenting.
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Aaaaah! What a perfect, perfect story about the beauty of the simple things in life. Grandma’s cookies can always solve any problem, cure whatever ails you, for sure! Loved it! Thank you so much for linking up this week.
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Yes, they always make me smile, even when their eyes are filled with tears. Usually, they are ‘helping’ me with the cookie dough.
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