ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

After selling all our corn (well, what could be sold; much of it had worms, I'm afraid), we decided to *not* go and buy some more, but rather to...

Attack the Revenge and rescue Targfrg!

Result:
Targfrg has been rescued!
Captain Ryan has been captured!
The Revenge's boatswain, Vladimir Jornitski, has been captured, though he has died from blood loss (well, actually, our First Mate decapitated him rather than bother saving him (he was dying from blood loss) so we could just throw him in the brig and have him later hanged (we don't have a doctor, I'm afraid)).
And the Revenge's Lt. Gunner, the evil traitor Steph, has been killed!

And now we shall have Ryan hanged! Then back to selling corn...

I wonder who they will pick as their new captain? :)

-Captain Sniffnoy

Staring at a glove

I lost a glove yesterday; I took the remaining one to school today anyway, leaving it in my locker.

School ended, I put my one glove on, and started walking to the buses. I couldn't stop thinking, though, about how one hand had a glove on and the other didn't. I took out my hands and looked at them. I had a glove on my left hand, and none on my right. Why my left hand? Should my glove perhaps be on my right hand? Which needs protection from the cold more? Well, I'm a righty, so I suppose my right hand... but no, that doesn't really affect anything. Why did I put my glove on my left hand in the first place, anyway?

And then I realize, it's a *glove*. It only fits on one hand.

-Sniffnoy