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The churning seas of Captain Cutlass’s grog mug were a constant source of peril. Today, the horizon shimmered with the dreaded black flag of his sworn enemy, Pegleg Pete. Pete’s ship, the Salty Siren, was a fearsome schooner, its sails billowing like a tattered nightgown. Cutlass’s own vessel, the Miniature Minx, was a nimble ketch, its rigging adorned with strings of dried berries.

The two ships exchanged a broadside of toothpicks, the splinters peppering the coffee like a downpour. Cutlass, a scrawny pirate with a parrot perched on his shoulder (or rather, his eyepatch), steered the Miniature Minx with the grace of a seasoned sailor, narrowly avoiding a volley of coffee beans.

Pete, a peg-legged brute with a beard like a ship’s brush, bellowed with rage. He brandished his cutlass, a shard of cinnamon stick, and roared, “Prepare to be boarded, ye scurvy landlubber!”

Cutlass wasn’t about to surrender his mug without a fight. He grabbed a handful of sugar and, with a practiced flick of his wrist, sent a blinding cloud at the Salty Siren. The sugary haze momentarily obscured Pete’s vision, giving Cutlass the upper hand. He steered the Miniature Minx close alongside the Salty Siren and his crew, a motley bunch of ants recruited from the pantry, swarmed across the deck.

A fierce battle ensued. Ants dueled with crumbs of biscuit, using toothpicks as swords. One particularly brave ant even managed to snag Pete’s beard, sending him hopping with fury. Just as it seemed Cutlass might gain the upper hand, a monstrous wave crashed over the decks.

The wave was no ordinary wave – it was a large splash of milk, expertly launched by Martha, the portly housemaid who doted on the ceramic mug. The current swept both ships away, their crews flailing in panic. The Miniature Minx and the Salty Siren collided in a heap, their masts entangled like drunken brawlers.

Cutlass and Pete found themselves staring into each other’s faces, their bravado momentarily evaporated. Before either could utter a word, another enormous wave engulfed them. This time it was scalding hot tea, sent crashing down by Martha, who was not a fan of pirate games in her coffee mug.

The two pirates were swept shouting over the rim of the cup, landing with a spluttering crash into the sink. Their ships, battered and broken, were left to drift in the sea of coffee, a monument to their foolish battle.

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Description

The churning seas of Captain Cutlass’s grog mug were a constant source of peril. Today, the horizon shimmered with the dreaded black flag of his sworn enemy, Pegleg Pete. Pete’s ship, the Salty Siren, was a fearsome schooner, its sails billowing like a tattered nightgown. Cutlass’s own vessel, the Miniature Minx, was a nimble ketch, its rigging adorned with strings of dried berries.

The two ships exchanged a broadside of toothpicks, the splinters peppering the coffee like a downpour. Cutlass, a scrawny pirate with a parrot perched on his shoulder (or rather, his eyepatch), steered the Miniature Minx with the grace of a seasoned sailor, narrowly avoiding a volley of coffee beans.

Pete, a peg-legged brute with a beard like a ship’s brush, bellowed with rage. He brandished his cutlass, a shard of cinnamon stick, and roared, “Prepare to be boarded, ye scurvy landlubber!”

Cutlass wasn’t about to surrender his mug without a fight. He grabbed a handful of sugar and, with a practiced flick of his wrist, sent a blinding cloud at the Salty Siren. The sugary haze momentarily obscured Pete’s vision, giving Cutlass the upper hand. He steered the Miniature Minx close alongside the Salty Siren and his crew, a motley bunch of ants recruited from the pantry, swarmed across the deck.

A fierce battle ensued. Ants dueled with crumbs of biscuit, using toothpicks as swords. One particularly brave ant even managed to snag Pete’s beard, sending him hopping with fury. Just as it seemed Cutlass might gain the upper hand, a monstrous wave crashed over the decks.

The wave was no ordinary wave – it was a large splash of milk, expertly launched by Martha, the portly housemaid who doted on the ceramic mug. The current swept both ships away, their crews flailing in panic. The Miniature Minx and the Salty Siren collided in a heap, their masts entangled like drunken brawlers.

Cutlass and Pete found themselves staring into each other’s faces, their bravado momentarily evaporated. Before either could utter a word, another enormous wave engulfed them. This time it was scalding hot tea, sent crashing down by Martha, who was not a fan of pirate games in her coffee mug.

The two pirates were swept shouting over the rim of the cup, landing with a spluttering crash into the sink. Their ships, battered and broken, were left to drift in the sea of coffee, a monument to their foolish battle.

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Hope you like this story and picture of the coffee cup pirates.
If you purchase this product you will get a larger version without the watermark.

Thanks for reading the story and for looking at my pictures, please consider to leave a comment of what you think of the picture or story.

Majo0194 / maCs / Mats