Black Beard

Artie, a fair haired boy dozed off in between his homework. He travelled into the icy depths of the French Revolution.

"This is an OUTRAGE!" the king roared. "WHAT DO YOU THINK!" he pointed a salami fat finger at Artie. "I...I-I" he managed to stutter. "GO FIND BLACKBEARD!" ordered the fuming king.

In a few days he captured the map and scavenged the kingdom. "X marks the spot" he kept muttering. The war raged on. "What a fuss for politics." Day recklessly drove on. They were sinking...sinking?

Coughing and spluttering, he woke up to see a bucket of water.