A Tap of the Peg
A sudden thrill shot through my plastic spine! With a hearty chuckle, I gave my wrist a swift twitch—and my trusty cutlass rose into the air! Ha, fully alive and ready for action! I planted my wooden peg leg down against the grey deck studs, producing a sharp, satisfying click that echoed across the courtyard. Just a step away stood a silent bone-white sentry holding a brown staff. Boldly stepping forward, I gave the tip of the staff a light rap with my blade. It yielded with a crisp rattle. This stronghold has its captain at last!