Pierre the Pirate Duck

Time to write!

I promised I'd finish that weird execution story...buttttttttt.....I'm not going to right now. :) CHEESE. AUTHENTIC TIME. "Are you ready for this?" *basketball pump up music*. Obviously I'm way tired. Allons-y!

Pierre the Pirate Duck was only but a wee duckling when he first became a pirate. He'd been swimming along in the Weatherly Park Pond when suddenly he saw a shiny glint down at the bottom. Pierre was very intrigued by the shiny object and began to approach when seven ducks came charging at him.

These were ducks he'd never seen before. They wore bandannas and eye patches and one even had a peg-leg  which made him swim in a very lopsided fashion.

Pierre's ducky little heart began to pound. These were Pirate Ducks. Pierre had heard of Pirate Ducks, but he never thought he would see any of them, not ever in his whole life, let alone at Weatherly Pond Park.

"Where ya think you be headed?" growled one of the ducks towards the front of what could be construed as a fleet.

"I just saw something shiny," Pierre managed weakly, trying to be brave, but so excited and frightened that his quack quavered.

"Arrr! You be after the treasure!" exclaimed the duck closest to the front, undoubtedly the captain judging by  his large hat.

"Treasure?" Pierre asked. "You mean that glinty stuff at the bottom of the pond?"

The Captain Duck laughed. Menacingly. "Glinty stuff? You tell him, Stumpy,"

The peg-legged duck removed a rolled up scroll from his back with his beak and showed it to Pierre. It was a treasure map.

"The shiny object to which you have made reference is in fact 14 carat gold doubloons," Stumpy said in a voice which was surprisingly British.

"Real doubloons?" gasped Pierre. Pierre had heard of doubloons, but he never thought he would see any, not ever in his whole life, let alone at Weatherly Pond Park.

This is the beginning of the epic tale of Pierre's Piratey adventures. Props to Rian for naming Pierre.