Forging the Jolly Roger

I hauled a stubby, charred cedar ember from the cold hearth straight onto the sunlit patio workbench. Every legendary production demands an imposing battle standard! Gripping the charcoal firmly with my front green fronds, I bore down against a thick scrap of unbleached canvas pinned under a smooth river stone. Scritch-scratch, scritch-scratch! With broad, dramatic sweeps of my purple stem, I drew a jagged skull and crossbones across the coarse weave. A cloud of fragrant charcoal dust puffed up, dusting my base in glorious soot. Stepping back on the planks, my theatrical banner looked appropriately perilous and untamed. Tonight's rehearsals finally have their proper backdrop!