Buckslap Muckybeard waved his cutlass at the vanquished Captain.

‘Reveal where your cargo be skipper, or die by my sword.’

‘Good sir. Our cargo is but words. For we are a galleon of untold stories, bound for oblivion.’

‘Then let me hear a tale.’

‘As you wish, for let it be told:

  • That a sudden reckoning fell upon a pirate and his crew.
  • Who came to understand they were nothing.
  • But misguided fools on a cosmic ocean.
  • On hearing this Buckslap Muckybeard made to protest.
  • But couldn’t.
  • For like these words, his life was spent.
  • And oblivion embraced its guests.’