AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Shepherd, hush!”
“Back in character, brother…”
“Ya’ don’t tell the clients about the imagery or terms. The captain said it loses the magic of the moment and you know how he loves his magic mojo…”
“Aye,” all three men said, groaning in unison, sighing, and one man crossed himself, looking up to the sky.
What in the world was going on?She wondered – and nearly smiled, if she wasn’t so confused.
“You guys are going to need to leave,” Calista said openly. “This is private property, and you are trespassing.”
“You a cop, lady?”
“What? Me?”
“I don’t think she’s a police officer… but let’s hurry.”
“This is taking longer than the others.”
“One of these days, one of us is going to get shot.”
“Been there, done that,” the man said, pointing at his prosthetic leg – while another pointed at his eye, and the third one held up his hook.
“We’ve all been – so shut it, would ya? Nobody wants to hear about your peg leg again.”
“I told you not to call it a peg leg. It’s a prosthetic, and very expensive you know. It takes a while to get one, and I did a lot of physical therapy to get back to walking…”
The trio was standing there, having a conversation with each other, arguing about who did the most physical therapy and what was involved in their rehabilitation.
“I’m gonna get one of those fancy eyeballs one of these days – just so I can pop it out and make people scream.”
“Jeez, Jared… What if it rolls off deck?”
“They’ll scream more? Heck, I know I will. They’re expensive!”
“Look, let’s quit fooling around. The captain said to make this quick, and that girl paid big bucks for this to be authentic.”
“What girl?” Calista said, grasping at this nugget of information while she tried to process what these three men were doing here – and why they were looking for her. Shetook another step back as the rag-tag trio advanced towards her… holding a rope?
“What is going on? Who are you?”
“Yarrrrr…” one man said – and the other two stopped short, looking at him.
“Again?”
“It’s supposed to be authentic, remember?”
“Yarrr…”
“Yarrrrrrr, me matey…”
“Yo ho and a bottle of…”
“SHEPHERD!”
“Again with the ho?”
“Whoops,” he said sheepishly, smiling at Calista. “Sorry – I meant ‘YARRRRR ya’ filthy landlubber!”
