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Arrr, Matey! In our last blog, the Sea Dog’s human had just gotten sold as a slave, but the Sea Dog wasn’t going to just leave him to rot away in the filthy shack where he was chained.

Bill’s shipmates had been hot in pursuit of the ship of the dread pirate Gloomsday, and they were just pulling into the harbor as the Sea Dog returned to the port, where there was a joyful greeting all around. “Where’s Cap’n?” the sailors asked Sparky. “Where’s Bill? Lead us to him, fearless friend!”

At that, Sparky started licking his stump where the peg leg was attached.

“Is that getting uncomfortable for you, matey?” one of the sailors asked. “Funny, it never seemed to bother him before. Here, let me take it off of you for a minute. Let’s see... Hmmm, I don’t remember this cork being here. Lookee here, there’s a secret compartment in your leg. Whaddya know about that?” With a shout, the sailor drew out the scrap of paper and summoned the others. “Hey! Bill wrote us a note!”

They all gathered around to read it.

MATES: SOLD FOR 3000 DUCATS.
SLAVE OWNER NAMED BRUTUS.
CHAINED TO THE WALL.
BUY ME BACK. BILL.


Fists clenched and hands grasped the hilts of swords at hearing these words.

“Why that stinkin’, thievin’, murderous Gloomsday!” the men muttered. “As soon as we get our Cap'n back, the sea is about to be rid of him and his ruffian ways.”

The ship’s first mate found another small scrap of paper, wrote a note, and rolled it up to insert in the Sea Dog’s peg leg, along with a blank sheet for Bill’s use.

 

BILL: WE ARE HERE.
RESCUE PLAN IN PROGRESS.
STAY STRONG.

Then he carefully attached Sparky’s wooden leg back onto his stump, and the Sea Dog loped away, almost too fast for the men to keep up.

When he disappeared under the gate of Brutus’s compound, the sailors took note and started to scope out the territory for how they would get Bill out of there.

But when the Sea Dog got to Bill’s shack, Bill was not there. The Sea Dog looked around. Where 8686was his master?

He put his nose to the ground and followed the scent of his master across the compound to a back gate. Here, the gate didn’t have bars or gaps that Sparky could wiggle through or under. It was a solid, high, and wide thing, and it was shut fast.

Suddenly, Sparky heard a shout behind him.

“Hey! What’s that lame dalmatian doing in here?” It was Brutus.

Sparky took off running, and the man chased after him all the way to the front gate, where the Sea Dog slid under the bars just in the nick of time.

“Well, you sure can run fast—for a cripple.” Brutus sneered through the gate at him. “Wait a minute...didn’t I see you earlier? With that slave I just bought? What were you doing here by my back gate anyway? Well if that was your master, you’d better just give up on seein’ him. He ain’t here no more. Now scoot. And don’t be prowlin’ around here again.”

Brutus turned on his heel and walked away, disregarding the man just outside the gate, slouching by a tree with his hat over his eyes. It was the ship’s first mate, and he had heard the whole thing.

To Be Continued...

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Arrr, matey! The Sea Dog and his beloved Captain are in trouble, as the dread pirate Gloomsday has captured them and taken them away from their ship to the opposite side of the island. In our last blog post, they got kidnapped, but their shipmates were pursuing after them to attempt a rescue.

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Gloomsday shouted some orders to all his men encamped along the beach. “Be packed in 30 minutes,” he called to them. “We’re moving out.” The men instantly sprang into action, dismantling tents, putting out cooking fires, and loading their items into the boats to take them back on board their ship. The red flag with its black skull and crossbones fluttered ominously in the breeze.

During all this time, the Sea Dog stayed safely out of reach of the men, but close enough to observe what they would do with his master, who was held in one of the ship’s boats with his hands tied behind his back. When the last items were packed and ready, the men began piling into the boats. The Sea Dog ran back and forth along the beach, yelping and barking and ducking the occasional attempt to catch him. One word from his master, and he would come running. But the word never came. Bill held his head high and refused to subject his loyal friend to whatever fate he was about to experience.

The men prepared to cast off. Sparky perked up his ears for the whistle from Bill. None came.

At the very last moment, Sparky made his decision. He would not leave his master. With a flying leap, he launched himself into the boat and landed at Bill’s side. An instant later, a net was thrown over the dog and the pirate who caught him tightened the net unnecessarily and hooted with glee as if his cunning and prowess had been responsible for the capture.

Gloomsday gazed at Bill with mock pity as he tapped the ends of his long fingers together. “No, Bill, my pal,” he said, “Your mates will not be rescuing you...now—or ever.” Bill glared back and still refused to answer.

They reached the pirate ship and sailed off to the south.

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Early the next morning, Bill’s shipmates rounded the bend of the island and came to the beach where the pirates had departed late the previous evening. The beach was abandoned, with clear signs of a hasty departure.

“No! They’re gone!” The cry rose as if from one voice when the sailors realized this news.

The lookout on the top of the mast peered on the horizon in all directions. Far in the distance to the south, he could just barely make out the speck of the other ship. It was only a tiny clue, but it was all they had to go on.

“Full speed ahead!” roared the second mate. “After them!”

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Bill and Sparky were placed in two separate cages in the ship’s hold. There was scarcely any light, and they were only sporadically given food. When they were no longer guarded, the Sea Dog began gnawing on one of the bamboo bars of his cage and quickly chewed through it. This opened up a large enough space for him to get out of the cage, and he went over to Bill’s cage and lay down mournfully next to it.

“Sparky!” Bill whispered, tapping on one of his own cage bars. “Get me out of here.”

The dalmatian chewed through two of the bars on Bill’s cage, and Bill cautiously emerged from his prison and felt his way around the hold. The first order of business was to find a way to disguise the fact that two of his bars were loose, and he cobbled together a solution that was passable enough in the darkness.

In the process, oh joy! he found a knife. It was a small knife, foldable, and easy to hide. Best of all, it was extraordinarily sharp.

“Sparky, come here,” Bill said softly. “let me take off your peg leg.”

And with that, Bill began whittling the peg leg, carefully hollowing out a cavity in the leg. It wouldn’t be very large, but it would be enough to hold some paper money, a message, or some other small item.

To Be Continued... 

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Arrr, Matey! They say it’s easy to spot a Sea Dog, and it’s truly the case when you’re wearing the classy and comfortable t-shirts that sport our pirate logo and the Sea Dog designs. If you’ve never heard of the exploits of Sparky the Sea Dog, pull up a chair and listen to the latest exploits of our trusty dalmatian. In the last episode of our story, the Sea Dog had alerted the men to a potential danger, but they didn’t yet know what it was.

The men crept forward, unsure what dangers lay ahead. All was silent. Even the birds had stopped singing. The Sea Dog was still standing as if transfixed, peering intently to the left as the men, machetes and swords in hand, drew closer. A faint wisp of smoke was their first warning of what lay ahead.

Sparky suddenly charged back towards them, just in time to avoid a blast of fiery breath that scorched the ground where he had just stood. The men looked up in awe to see a magnificent winged dragon raising itself to its full height before them. The Sea Dog barked ferociously as the dragon raised its head and let out another blast of fiery breath towards the sky.

Then they heard the dragon’s deep, guttural voice. “Who dares to disturb my resting place? Who dares to set foot on my stones? Who dares to come after my treasure? Let him who dares beware!”

The Sea Dog, fearless as ever, barked a challenge in reply and then ran straight for the dragon. Bill saw this and ran straight after him, exclaiming, “No! I can’t lose you again.” The dragon, seeing himself thus challenged, prepared to fight, but the Sea Dog was already nipping at his heels and running around behind him, where he constantly worried and distracted him, staying just out of reach.

A few of the men, observing the dragon to be thus distracted, took off running toward the cave to see if they could snag a treasure or two and get away with it. The rest stood with Bill and advanced to attack the dragon. As the dragon circled and jumped this way and that to get at the dalmatian, the men formed a wide circle around it, looking for the best method of attack against the dragon’s tight-forged scales, but cautious to stay out of reach of his fiery breath.

The Sea Dog was too quick for the dragon, but the dragon was clever. Observing the Sea Dog’s eye patch, the dragon began to maneuver himself around towards Sparky’s bad side. As the dalmatian darted in and out, the dragon feigned a movement to the right while simultaneously snaking his head around to the right. The dragon’s mighty jaws caught Sparky’s back leg just below the hock, snapped off his foot, and gulped it down in an instant.

Enraged at this turn of events, Bill charged forward, heedless of his own safety. Seeing his lead, the other men closed in on the dragon.

To be continued.

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Arrr, Matey! Welcome to the Sea Dog Blog! Our friend, the trusty Sea Dog, has journeyed far and been on many an adventure. Now he has just come to be considered an emblem of very good luck by the crew of his ship, who are just about to set off on an adventure to find a hidden treasure after they dug up a buried treasure map

When the men sailed off in pursuit of the treasure, Bill took a special liking to the Sea Dog, slipping him little scraps of the choicest morsels from his plate, and cleaning and bandaging his wounded eye every day. The Sea Dog sat very still and patiently for this, as if he knew that he needed it. “I’m going to call ye Sparky,” Bill said. “If ye don’t have the sparkiest personality I ever did see--why the way ye jumped into the middle o’ the fray when we was a-goin’ at it--I never did see the like.”

The men sailed on to a crescent-shaped island indicated on the map, and there they cast anchor and took the ship’s boat to land. The map had an X placed far inland, where the men expected that the treasure must be buried in a cave.

The men looked furtively around for any signs of habitation as they pulled the boat up onto the beach, but they saw none. Everything on the island was as calm as it could be, with barely a puff of breeze to rustle the palm fronds. The gleaming white sand stretched before them with not a footprint to be seen. Sparky the Sea Dog sniffed the air cautiously as the men disembarked, and they all proceeded inland towards the thick jungle foliage where they hoped to find the cave.

The jungle proved to be a trackless place that thwarted their progress at every step. The hot, steamy air hung thick about them as the men hacked their way through vines and trunks with their machetes. Nevertheless, the thrill of the pursuit kept the men tirelessly pressing on. Hour after hour, they toiled.

Finally, the thick, lush jungle opened into a clearing of level rock that covered the ground. The men emerged from the foliage, sweaty and breathless, and looked around. To their right was a steep hill piled with large boulders.

“That way!” Bill cried. The men headed for the boulders, each one asking himself, “Now where would I hide a treasure chest if I was going to leave one here?”

Sparky bounded ahead, sniffing the ground and wagging his tail in the newfound freedom of the space to run. When he was almost to the boulder field, a faint rustling sound caught his ear. The dalmatian froze, and so did the men. None of them could see what he was so intently peering at, but the hair on the back of their necks started to stand up as they crept forward to see what it was.

To be continued...

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Arrr, Matey! The ol’ Sea Dog here. If ye’ve been following the story, ye know that the dear ol’ Sea Dog has just received a sword thrust to the eye. Now gather round and hear what followed.

The Sea Dog fell to the sand with a loud yelp and didn’t move. Bill saw what he had done and dropped his sword.

“No!” he cried. His hand stroked the dalmatian’s head and caressed his soft ears. “I’ve killed ‘im,” he sobbed. Despite his rough exterior, Bill had always had a soft spot for the Sea Dog and secretly wanted to keep him when they got to his home port. Heartbroken at what he had done, he made up with Abel and slowly began to dig a grave in the sand.

Our friend the Sea Dog kept still, but he ventured to crack one eye half open to watch the proceedings. His wounded eye hurt terribly, but he waited to see what would happen.

Bill dug deeper into the sand, tears falling silently down his face. His hole was more than a foot deep when the shovel struck something hard. Thinking it was a rock, Bill dug around it, hoping it wouldn’t be too big to remove it. As he got the sand cleared away, it quickly became obvious that this was no rock. The sun had set long ago and it was too dark to see, but he worked feverishly to remove the mysterious item from its hiding place.

“Look at this, mates,” Bill called, but everyone except Abel had now fallen asleep. Abel came over and helped Bill to pull the item from the sand.

It was a small box, wide and flat, curiously made of metal and sealed with a tight seal. The two men worked patiently to pry the tight-fitting lid from the bottom. Inside was a piece of paper, but it was too dark to see what it said.

“We’ll have to wait for the morning light,” Abel said. He and Bill began to yawn, and they forgot about burying the Sea Dog as sleep overtook them.

In the morning, Abel and Bill woke up excitedly, eager with the anticipation of reading the paper they had found. They looked around in the morning light and the first thing that they noticed was the Sea Dog, sitting up and looking alert, but with a very bloody wound in his eye.

“He’s alive!” Bill exclaimed! “I didn’t kill him after all!” He tenderly embraced the dalmatian and had a round of high-fives with all the men. The ship’s doctor carefully washed the wound and treated it with ointment while the Sea Dog sat patiently and bravely. The doctor shook his head and said there would be no way to save the eye, and one of the men set to work to make a custom leather patch for the Sea Dog’s eye.

Only then did they all gather around to peer at the paper Bill had found in the night.

“It’s a treasure map!” they all exclaimed with a gasp. “The Sea Dog has led us to a treasure map!”

Suddenly, all the men considered the Sea Dog to be an incredible omen of good luck. Not only had he saved Abel’s life, he had also led them to the beginning of another adventure.

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Well, now, the Sea Dog is lookin’ more an’ more like a pirate every day, what with the eye patch an’ all. It’s all fun and games until somebody gets hurt, they say. But the fearless character and fun-loving heart of the Sea Dog wasn’t nearly ready to slow down. Oh no, he had many an escapade still left in him. Show your own fearlessness and fun-loving spirit with your very own Sea Dog t-shirt.