He surveyed the scene before him… the men in plume bravely waging a hopeless battle, muttered darkly, “Spanish Armada, more like foolish Armada’. He grinned savagely as limbs flew, blood spluttered everywhere, inhuman anguished cries heard.
Blackbeard waited for the exact moment, his signature stroke to be unleashed... the young man beside him muttered ” slipping”…He turned a blank eye, with gymnastic perfection somersaulted over the railing …
The opponent caught unaware, a swift plunge, the victory complete. “Hold on, your time will come” Alec Guinness to Errol Flynn with twinkling eyes and grin, as the curtains fell, audience clapped.
( For the DRABBLE DARE # 10 AT http://burrowers.blogspot.com )
(P.S. The winning entry )
