Into the Lion’s Den
The dashing young lad was hanging from the riggings of the large sailing ship off the starboard side near the bow, his blonde hair waving in the wind, his cutlass sheethed and held in place on his waist by a crimson sash, the tails of which too waved in the wind. The battle had been bloody, and brutal, and had lasted for many hours on the deck of the pirate ship Albatross, skippered by his arch enemy, Captain One Eye. A formidable opponent, old One Eye and his crew of scalawags put up a good fight, but in the end were defeated by the handsome young corsair and his merry band of pirates. They thought him fearless. He knew this not to be true, brave maybe, but fearless no. You wouldn’t know it to see him holding onto the salt caked rope with just one hand and a single foot placed on another section of the riggings as he leaned over the edge of the ship, as if flying above the green ocean below, a salty spray hitting his face as waves crashed against the mahogany hull.
He had to be brave yet again, for this afternoon he was to see the sawbones below deck to have the strange mark on his chest examined. Ol’ Shakey had been a sawbones on the open seas for many years and was good at his job he knew, but this painful bump on his chest had tested even the seasoned doctor’s knowledge. Today he was to enter into the Lion’s Den, a new fangled device used to see inside one’s chest without the use of a blade.
Young Castaway Conner, fresh from battle, bravely climbed up onto the cold, metal bed of the Lion’s Den and cooperated splendidly, holding still for the full thirty-minutes while zaps and dings and clicks and different colored lights flahsed until all was done and he was free to roam the poop deck and hang in the riggings again. The sawbones informed him that he should have the results of all the zaps and dings and clicks and different colored flashing lights in a few days but initial images look as if he had sustained an injury to his sternum area causing a swelling where cartilage and blood had pooled, perhaps during one of his many battles. He shrugged and lept from the cold, metal bed, swiftly scaling the ladder to the deck above, emerging unscathed from the Lion’s Den, while his princess breathed a sigh of relief hopeful that the initial readings would turn out in the end to be correct. The lad’s father is also hopeful and extremely grateful for all the prayers and well wishes from those whom they’ve never met. Thank You all. Sgt Hook out.
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