In which the cursed scarf is always blamed
It had been happening all week. It started when the Widow's morning loot victim turned out to be a crew of monks. Ara sighed and scanned the group of firmly standing men in their brown robes, unafraid of death. Nothing to offer. She turned to the crew.
"I told you you should have burned that fucking scarf." Jon pointed out. Everyone laughed at him until the next ship when Ara had just happened to be helping Chanter with a crate of pomegranates and he slipped on a tea towel on the upper deck.
"Ara, take the scarf off," Chanter groaned.
"Oh piss off, it's not the scarf. There's no such thing as a cursed scarf. You're being ridiculous." She argued. It was just a bad day on which Ara just happened to be wearing the scarf. More things kept happening that week. A hole was found in the ships balloon and to make it worse, Ezra almost fell patching it up. David knocked Roderick out because he was "not in the mood for educated wankers with little pricks". Dominique and Ara got into three fist fights on the same day. Did we mention that the captain got lost (literally lost in the ship). They hadn't landed in days and the captain was literally nowhere to be found until one afternoon she showed up at her desk with a plate of chocolate chip cookies and a glass of milk (no clue). Air patrol came to say hello on Wednesday and all hell broke loose until the widow triumphantly fired the ship out of the sky making more of a mess with the Saudi Arabian government. There was another leak in the helium supply and Marlow's voice was squeaky for the rest of the day, possibly killing a few too many brain cells. Mercurian stumbled drunk out of his lab from an experiment that went way off and ended up puking while the ship was at full speed. Sadly, the wind was strong enough so hat the bodily fluid was picked up and made it to Dario who had just washed his shirt the day before. Every mishap, every small and large mistake was blamed on Arabella's new scarf which was now believed by the crew to be cursed. And so, to Ara's surprise, a meeting was held. The captain and crew gathered in the galley and sat around, the scarf set in the middle of the floor, the tables moved to the sides of the room. No one but Ara would touch it.
"Burn it," said Jon with a dark look in his eye. Nods and sounds of approval were made around the room. The captain looked at Ara.
"Listen, I don't think this thing is cursed but weird things have been happening. This ship is from the 17th century. It's small enough so that no crew member, especially the captain could be lost in it." She said, " I think it would put the crew's mind to rest of you got rid of it but it's up to you." Ara looked around the room and then at the scarf.
"I've taken a liking to it. I think that it's just been a bad week." She replied.
"Bad week my arse." Jon said.
"Ara, it's just a scarf." Marlow chimed in.
"Exactly. It's just a scarf." Ara responded. "But you're actin like it's the devil's mischief toy."
"How do you know that you just haven't been hypnotized by it?" Zachary asked. Ara laughed.
"Oh come on, mates. You're being ridiculous. It was free, I like it. I'm not getting rid of it to satosfy your old wives tales" Ara smiled. "Ok, listen, if it's cursed, more shit like this past week will happen this coming week. Let's just test it out. If There's more trouble. I'll get rid of it." The galley was silent and the captain nodded.
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
"I told you you should have burned that fucking scarf." Jon pointed out. Everyone laughed at him until the next ship when Ara had just happened to be helping Chanter with a crate of pomegranates and he slipped on a tea towel on the upper deck.
"Ara, take the scarf off," Chanter groaned.
"Oh piss off, it's not the scarf. There's no such thing as a cursed scarf. You're being ridiculous." She argued. It was just a bad day on which Ara just happened to be wearing the scarf. More things kept happening that week. A hole was found in the ships balloon and to make it worse, Ezra almost fell patching it up. David knocked Roderick out because he was "not in the mood for educated wankers with little pricks". Dominique and Ara got into three fist fights on the same day. Did we mention that the captain got lost (literally lost in the ship). They hadn't landed in days and the captain was literally nowhere to be found until one afternoon she showed up at her desk with a plate of chocolate chip cookies and a glass of milk (no clue). Air patrol came to say hello on Wednesday and all hell broke loose until the widow triumphantly fired the ship out of the sky making more of a mess with the Saudi Arabian government. There was another leak in the helium supply and Marlow's voice was squeaky for the rest of the day, possibly killing a few too many brain cells. Mercurian stumbled drunk out of his lab from an experiment that went way off and ended up puking while the ship was at full speed. Sadly, the wind was strong enough so hat the bodily fluid was picked up and made it to Dario who had just washed his shirt the day before. Every mishap, every small and large mistake was blamed on Arabella's new scarf which was now believed by the crew to be cursed. And so, to Ara's surprise, a meeting was held. The captain and crew gathered in the galley and sat around, the scarf set in the middle of the floor, the tables moved to the sides of the room. No one but Ara would touch it.
"Burn it," said Jon with a dark look in his eye. Nods and sounds of approval were made around the room. The captain looked at Ara.
"Listen, I don't think this thing is cursed but weird things have been happening. This ship is from the 17th century. It's small enough so that no crew member, especially the captain could be lost in it." She said, " I think it would put the crew's mind to rest of you got rid of it but it's up to you." Ara looked around the room and then at the scarf.
"I've taken a liking to it. I think that it's just been a bad week." She replied.
"Bad week my arse." Jon said.
"Ara, it's just a scarf." Marlow chimed in.
"Exactly. It's just a scarf." Ara responded. "But you're actin like it's the devil's mischief toy."
"How do you know that you just haven't been hypnotized by it?" Zachary asked. Ara laughed.
"Oh come on, mates. You're being ridiculous. It was free, I like it. I'm not getting rid of it to satosfy your old wives tales" Ara smiled. "Ok, listen, if it's cursed, more shit like this past week will happen this coming week. Let's just test it out. If There's more trouble. I'll get rid of it." The galley was silent and the captain nodded.
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
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Comment by Lady Brielle Serra on April 27, 2014 at 10:40pm
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Darling, I want to know what inspired this.
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