PD Fun Fiction

I have recently been asked to write about my experiences at that accursed island. And so, though writing this memoir, I travel back to a simpler time, when I was running “The Tavern” back in the United States of America along with my dear Olive. What beautiful memories that nobody and nothing, not even what followed, could take them away. I still remember how we built it: My father and mother, approximately two years before they died, had finally gathered enough funds to open their own business. But they hadn’t decided yet what it should be. Initially we thought of opening a small Inn, but we decided on a tavern instead. It was me that suggested the name, and thus we simply called it “The Tavern.” The reasoning behind that simplistic title was personal to me: When I was a kid, my parents often took me to a business with that same name. I knew its owner, who loved me like I was a child of his own. But maybe I went off-track here. Back to the main events: It was a stormy night and we ba...

Suddenly, he woke up from his sleep. The skull had been taken, and he needed to take it back. He got up and awoke the other evil spirits of his crew as well. Blackbeard was ready for his revenge. Comrade Monke was sleeping. He suddenly was woken up by a phone call. It was the “Chief”. He had been notified of an explosion in Stalingrad. Monke was told to go investigate the explosion. He got up, fed his pet domestic canary, prayed a rosary, got dressed and quickly got in his car. He drove all the way to Stalingrad. When he arrived, there was chaos all over the area. He got out of his car. And walked to a burning building. When observing it, he suddenly saw a flash inside the building, and a skeleton walking through the flames. Monke freaked out. He quickly got back in his car and drove away. He arrived at the Kremlin, where the office of the Soviet Secret Service was. He entered the office, was welcomed by Miss Anastasia and burst into the “Chief’s” office. He quickly explained to him w...