“Cheats!” Cap’n bellowed, throwing our dice overboard. “I’ll give ye a game o’ chance!”
Bad loser. That scurvy scoundrel marooned us four atop this coral atoll. The gallows woulda been mercy. Nary a shipbiscuit to share between us.
We ate up the crabs n snails n Slushy’s pet monkey.
Ate Slushy next. Poxy bastard lasted two days. Spoiled in the hot sun.
Us last three played rock, scissors, paper—winner take all. No gambling this time. My rock found Mick’s head. My scissors, Gummo’s throat.
My paper, I wrote my last story on it, n stuck it in this bottle.