Of Lights in the Night, Friends and Adventure

The Piratical Poem, as read by the Green Parrot...

"As the cousins did chase,


through the heart of the storm,

they closed to each other,

and their canons did roar!"

The parrot wings beat a hurried beat into the night before he settled himself again.

As the two ships came closer, the crews manning the guns began to fire. Great huge explosions gouging red and yellow flames and banging and clanging noise from the many canons filled the night and drowned out the gale until the circling ships sailed round and round each other with a continuous hail of the roaring canon blasts.

"The night was long,

and the battle was fierce

till the shot was all spent,

and the silence did pierce.

From this uneasy truce

that was forced on the pair,

did an island rise out,

like a chocolate éclair"

The parrot looked like it wasn't sure why it had just said that, and Elannah had to smile at the image it had created with its unusual words.

From off to the north rose a deserted island. It was covered with dark palm trees and creamy white sand, deep jungle, and with a fierce volcano at its centre.

Both ships turned and raced for the beaches, each into separate coves. As both galleons ploughed up onto the sand, the crew poured forth and ran past the palm trees, heading for the jungle at the foot of the volcano.

The sound of a sea shanty stirred the air as the gathering lost sight of the crews that disappeared into the jungle.

"Each captain was brave,

and their crews were bombastic

as they raced up the hill

like some pinging elastic."

The parrot "aawked" once again, as if embarrassed by what he had just said.

"At the top of the crater,

they met with a snarl

as cutlasses clashed,

and they fought one and all."

The pirate crews now set-to clashing cutlasses. They clashed about with motley fashion, banging and clanging and snarling and singing.

"The sea shanty now had a boisterous beat,

and it jiggled around increasing the heat

of the battle till soon they all fell on their backs,

gasping for air like ducks with loud quacks.

'Hold fast!' they did roar at each other's feet,

and slowly they rose and their eyes did meet.

'A truce, I believe, would be best serving all.

Aye, truce and belay the cutlasses call.'

The cousins clasped hands,

and their crews they did cheer.

The time for friendship and feasting was near.

From pockets deep they raised golden pouches,

they lifted them up and straightened their slouches.

'To the treasures 'n' pleasures we give our hard money.

Bring us some pancakes all covered in honey!'

The captains then threw the pouches of gold

into the mouth that was all quiet and cold.

Soon a warm sizzle and a flip of the pan

did signal the arrival of the very first flan.

The volcano erupted with pancakes galore,

And syrupy honey from heaven did pour."


From the volcano came a great eruption and pancakes came flying out in every direction. As they fell gently toward the gathering, splodges of syrup and honey coated the surface of the pancakes, then they magically rolled themselves up and waited in midair for the guests to grab them and begin eating.