Pirate Game Fan Fiction

“Welcome, Don Rodrigo, my old friend!” Don Stahlbaum, a huge black stallion with a huge smile, bussed the Bull on both cheeks. “And Carolina, my dear, congratulations on your wedding to this rascal!” His effort to kiss Mustang Sally ended at a menacing throat clearing from Rodrigo. “I am so happy for you both! But why you chose to wed this clumsy buffoon over myself will forever remain a mystery.”

“What was that, darling?” Lady Stahlbaum, a fetching snow white mare, turned to greet her guests.

“Nothing of importance, my love,” Don Stahlbaum dropped Sally’s hand like a hot rock and turned to kiss his own wife on the cheek. He next spotted Bob, waiting bemusedly. “And this must be the brave pirate Captain who assisted El Toro in saving our beloved Hector Varga from those wretched Frogs and Salam… I mean our new friends who live in the Gulch.” Bob was grateful no kisses were offered to be exchanged, but the Don did shake hands. “Welcome, welcome, I hope you have wonderful evening.”

“Indeed, young Captain,” Lady Stahlbaum added. Her eyes started scanning the room as if looking for someone in particular. “I believe there are several young ladies present tonight who wish to make your further acquaintance.”

With that the hosts then moved on to greet their next guests, leaving an ominous portent hanging over Bob’s head. Rodrigo and Sally were swiftly whisked away to mingle amongst Santo Pollo’s elite, leaving Bob to fend for himself. He exchanged small pleasantries with several people he already knew from the inside of the Gallo Loco. He waved across the room at Serena Gutierrez and her new husband. The townsfolk had already become accustomed to Bob’s presence at the Cantina, and were beginning to consider him and his crew new residents of the town. The Dos Amigos y Uno had been hired to play for the occasion and were entertaining the crowd with variations of classic Yule tunes.

Unlike the raucous affairs Bob was used to in the backroom of the Gallo Loco, this party was proving to be a High Society cultured event. Thus, the food at least was of the highest standards. A six tiered iced cake (a Hector Varga creation) towered over the table. A handsome variety of roasted meats and vegetables were surrounded by traditional Yule offerings - fruit cakes, delicate shaped marzipan treats, even a Yule log made of chocolate and candied fruits. To drink there was ponche, hot and sweet, made with apples and sugar cane.

When Bob next turned around there in front of him were three teenage girls of differing sizes and shapes (and species) artlessly curtsying in front of him. Their hovering mothers hurriedly announced their children’s names (Griselda, Lucretia and Hortensia). Poor Bob was left with no choice but to politely agree to dance with each girl later. The mothers disappeared, leaving the young ladies behind. An extended awkward silence commenced, followed by a fair amount of giggling and hiding behind fans. The girls were then mercifully taken away by their duennas.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Bob headed as smoothly as he could towards the side table, laden with food. But before he could so much as lift a plate, a pretty, young filly of about twelve popped up beside him and grabbed a piece of marzipan. This was immediately followed by colt child of eight double-fistedly grabbing two pieces. Both then skittered under the table with their ill gotten goods.

Bob crouched down to examine the pair of miscreants. “Gotcha! Your caught now me buckos, it’s the hoosegow for youse two!” The pair giggled at Bob’s dramatic overacting. Bob absconded with the plateful of sweets and ducked under the table to join them. “And to which great and daring masterminds of the underworld do I have the pleasure of addressing?” He offered them each another treat before biting into one. Mmm, it was good.

“Clara! Fritz! You come out here this instant!” The Stahlbaum’s nanny strode by, her shoes marching out a military rhythm on the wood floor. “If you want presents this evening, you’d better come out, now!”

“Cheese it, the peelers!” Bob sympathized. “Go out the back way. You can pretend you were in another room.” The grateful looks they passed him told him he had made friends for life, or at least the next hour or so. Stuffing the last of their booty in their mouths the children hurriedly scuttled away.

Helping himself to another piece of candy, Bob whacked his head on the solid underside of the table, causing a small cascade of tarts to spill onto the cheese tray, and precipitating a spoonful of marmalade to flip over and loose it’s contents, staining the back of Lady Goodweather’s new skirt (which had been ordered specially from Marleybone for the occasion).

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