I clawed through water bloodied by the corpses of my crew driven overboard to make a meal for the sharks, flailed for the hull of my ship before the sharks caught up to me. No one knows what came next, the part you never read about in the stories. It’s my fate to be trapped here forever in a nightmare of childhood fancy with that infernal, eternal boy. Who could guess that below the water, the great beast would spew me out with a belch and a wink of its horned, livid eye? It was not yet my time to die, not then nor any other time. The wicked pirate captain is flung overboard, caught in the jaws of the monster crocodile, which drags him down to a watery grave. To maximise the chances of winning, change your name by deed poll to contain only three characters in advance of entering.Įvery child knows how the story ends. Email me and I'll put all the names in a folder: the first name my son can read wins the proof. And if you want to read more, I've got a proof copy to give away. I've popped the Prelude below the cut: have a read and tell me it's not the most compelling thing ever.
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