Seventh December Drabble

Captain Bast had in his usual manner retired to the bar he often went to in between his great adventures, and as he often did, he was now telling the barman about his great adventures in between big gulps of rum.

"And then what happened?", the barman asked as he poured beer into a tall glass and handed it to a bearded man wearing a cloak.

"Arr, laddie, ye' see... I didn't know what to then", the Captain said and took a sip "but I trusted me gut, when all else fails, trust ye' gut, a lesson you outta remember me boy!" He took another sip. "Well...", he hiccuped. " - I knew I couldn't go back empty-handed now could I lad? Naah, I had to go on, so I picked a direction and went with it!” He chuckled.

The barman looked apprehensive. "Well?"

The captain tutted. "Calm down laddie, don't ye' go onto me like a ruddy sharkie now will ye'. I'll tell ye' what happened next! I found the ruddy place alright, I did - yes!" He nodded impressively as the barman pretended to go "Wow" and looked impressed. Would he get to the ruddy point already?

"I couldn't believe me ruddy eyes ye'kno... What luck eh! Who would'a thought! But I aint got me reputation for nothing ye'kno...!"

"So what was the treasure?", the barman asked eagerly.

"Awh, but now... I cant tell ye that, now can I laddie! Then you'll be liquoring me up and search me pockets the next thing I know!", he said aggressively as he raised his glass in a toast and hiccuped at the same time. He wasn't looking his best at the moment.

"I wouldn't!", said the barman and put on an innocent face. He didn't want to say any more. He wasn't that good of a liar.

"Arr... well, I guess it couldn't hurt, since I didn't bring it with me, laddie! Now listen closely!"

The barman nodded.

"The treasure wasn't one of the best I have found in me days, but it wasn't one of the worst either, mind you. Gold, ye' see, loads of it! And gemstones and trinkets. I even found a mighty fine sword, with a ruby-encrusted, golden hilt n'all!"

The barman looked impressed. And he was too, these things were becoming even more rare nowadays.

"Arr, yeah...", the captain said dramatically. "I wish I had known who they'd belonged to, ye'kno... then I could have felt even better if I could go there and laugh em in the face!" The captain chuckled heartily.

He took another sip. "Ah ye, laddie... What a treasure... but as I said, I didn't bring it with me, I hid it on the island of Cr-..."

The captain opened his eyes wide. "It's hidden, 'kay matey?", he said very quickly and took another sip.

The barman turned around and smirked. Two letters. He could do alot with two letters. Success again. What a great cover, to work as a barman.

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Word of the day:

tip one's hand
To inadvertently reveal any secret, particularly a secret that puts one at an advantage or disadvantage.

Wordcount: 500

Fun factor: 3/5