2/2/22 The Paulwick Pirate (Part 5)

 The Paulwick Pirate (Part 5)

As Flint and Leona arrive at the now fully set up campsite, the men scramble to attention and form an orderly line. Captain Flint paces back and forth looking at all the men.

“Good job getting camp set up, but we did not come here for an island vacation. We came to find buried Spanish gold and bring it back to our king. Now as you can see there is a lot of beach here and from what me and Miss Leona have seen, there is no obvious indication of where the gold might be. The plan of action is this: we will all start in the middle of the beach and begin digging outwards, until we have found the gold, or dug up the entire beach.” The men cheer, starting to go for their shovels.

“No no no no no,” Leona says disappointedly, “This dig job is gonna take long enough but if we do it like that it’s gonna take bloody forever!”

“Alright then Miss Leona, what do you suggest we do?” The Captain says.

The men turn their attention to Leona, “Everyone take your shovel and spread out along the beach, about ten feet apart from each other. Each of you start your own hole and expand it. We will continue down the beach in this same pattern. This covers more ground faster, and no one gets in anyone's way.”

Impressed with her plan, Flint agrees with her, “That is a very sound strategy, Miss Leona.” The men stand, unsure of what to do at this moment. “Well you heard the First Mate, grab your shovels and get to it,” Flint commands.

The men quickly obey and start spreading out along the beach and starting little holes of their own. Flint and Leona stay behind at the camp as the men begin working. 

Leona looks up at Flint, “You know Captain, when we find this gold and I get accepted into the Royal Navy, I think I’d like to stay as your First Mate instead of Captaining a ship of my own.”

“We do make a pretty good team,” Flint says, winking at Leona. She steps closer to him and he holds her by the back as she wraps her arms around his neck. From behind them, the two hear snickering from a few crewmates. “Get back to work!” Flint yells. The men laugh as they look down and continue their digging.


To be continued

2/2/22

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