Blog three, its the magic number

But today wass really boring.

Nothing happened, at all...

Apart from my girlfriend was sad :(

But you don't care about that.

So I shall go into creative mode and write a great adventure about a...

...Pirate

And the....

Skull of ...

... Piano Keys.

A captain, captain Denzel Washington (?) to be excact, stood high on the front of his wooden ship.
"We be reachin' the island of Haribo soon, Cap'in,"
"Argh, I can see!" The captain calls back, angered by his ignorence, but then he realises that the member of his crew that cried out to him was Ol' No Eyes Mac Trough, and was suddenly confused on how he knew that the island was approaching.

The wood of the ship dug into the sand that the multi-coloured Island is embedded upon, the captain breathed in the smell of the sea, and then choked violently as he remembers that he hates the smell of salt, thats why he wanted to be on land.
"Land Ahoy!" Spack Jarrow cries as the ships anchor is set in deeply.
"No licorice, Spack," Long term Memory Loss laughs at Spack's stupidity.

"Aye, cap'in," Ol' No Eyes Mac Trough calls.
"Aye what? Ol' No Eyes?" The captin cocks his head, scratching at his bushy grey beard.
"I found one! I can see!" He cries back to the captin.
"No! You fool! You spelt eye wrong!" Captain Washington spits.
"Argh, I be sorry,"

"Yar," The whole crew joins together in harmony, as if singing to Ol' No Ears Mac Ha-ha.

The writer then forgot why he was writing a story and scrolls up the find out what it is about. Ah, skull of piano keys, of course!

"Yar! Cap'in! There be ARGH ME FREAKIN AYE! YE POKED IT OUT WITH A RUSTY TROWL!" No Eyes Max Trough screams.
"No Eyes! You spelt it wrong again!" The captine calls back as he notices that his head was made of piano keys.

The End.

Or is it?

And then he got killed for musical perposes.

Now it's the end.