This post is a 50-word writing challenge that was requested of me from my stream as a Channel Point Reward redemption, courtesy of Twitch user darthzelduh.
The captain had heard the rumors of the ship flying a skull and crossed spoons.
Hands shaking, he lowered his spyglass and spoke, “Prepare for a parley.”
The first mate barked to ready their weapons.
“The only ‘weapons’ that may save us are root beer floats…”