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.

“No weapons!”

Everyone stopped.

“The only ‘weapons’ that may save us are root beer floats…”