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.
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.
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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