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Cotillion
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Jack leaned back in the chair, sighing contentedly. This was the life! He was on a boat, the sun was shining, and a gentle breeze made his curly brown locks billow behind him like in a cheesy romantic movie. Perfect start to a perfect day. All he needed now was a crew. He opened up his laptop, wrestled with his internet connection briefly, and started writing an ad on the personals section of Craigslist.
Scratching his beard, Jack looked over his wanted ad. After fixing a couple of minor typos, he was content with the ad. Smiling like a circus clown, Jack submitted the ad. For the first time in his life he was following through on something he had set his mind to, and his plans to become a modern day pirate were starting to fall in to place. He looked at the ad one last time:
Without warning, the boat lurched forward, sending Jack and his laptop sprawling. What on earth? This isn't supposed to be happening! Peering over the side of the boat like a meerkat, Jack looked to see what was happening. The boat came to an abrupt halt.
"Hey you! What do you think you're doing back there?!"
"You mean this isn't where I parked my boat? My bad" Jack responded, his parking-lot piracy at an end. He grabbed his laptop and jumped over the side of the boat, away from the apparently angry bald gentleman. "It won't happen again."
Jack strode away, amused by his run in with a Patrick Stewart look-alike. Things were looking up for him today, the Craigslist ad was just the beginning. Next on his to-do list was meeting a girl at the pier. This wasn't just any girl: she had offered to let him use her vessel for his pirating needs, as long as he made her the second in command.
Scratching his beard, Jack looked over his wanted ad. After fixing a couple of minor typos, he was content with the ad. Smiling like a circus clown, Jack submitted the ad. For the first time in his life he was following through on something he had set his mind to, and his plans to become a modern day pirate were starting to fall in to place. He looked at the ad one last time:
Wanted: Entry Level Pirate
Have you ever felt restrained by society (like you were meant for bigger and better things, but 'the man' was holding you down, stroking your hair, and telling you everything would be okay in the end)? Have you felt like rebelling against the institution that is real life? Then this is the place for you! I am a highly motivated Pirate Captain looking for similarly minded individuals!
Responsibilities include: Swabbing the poop deck, hoisting the main sail, drinking ale, and securing us a stable internet connection.
Please respond to this ad and we will set up a meet!
Without warning, the boat lurched forward, sending Jack and his laptop sprawling. What on earth? This isn't supposed to be happening! Peering over the side of the boat like a meerkat, Jack looked to see what was happening. The boat came to an abrupt halt.
"Hey you! What do you think you're doing back there?!"
"You mean this isn't where I parked my boat? My bad" Jack responded, his parking-lot piracy at an end. He grabbed his laptop and jumped over the side of the boat, away from the apparently angry bald gentleman. "It won't happen again."
Jack strode away, amused by his run in with a Patrick Stewart look-alike. Things were looking up for him today, the Craigslist ad was just the beginning. Next on his to-do list was meeting a girl at the pier. This wasn't just any girl: she had offered to let him use her vessel for his pirating needs, as long as he made her the second in command.