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I was a pirate of Hawaii. There was a band of us.  We were not particular good pirates. We were modeled after Captain Jack Sparrow – Johnny Depp – from pirates of the Caribbean.  An incident with on the island divided our crew.  We were running for our lives, swimming out to our ship, with the other half of the crew chasing us in row boats.  The waves were high and they were gaining.  At one point I was surrounded in the center of a triangle. I climbed on the bow of one row boat, capsizing it and causing the others to collide in a jumble of oars and curses.  I dove under the collision and swam for our ship.  We climbed aboard safely and armed ourselves.  From the south, another pirate ship rammed our vessel and started to board.  I took a swig of ale, as did the rest of the crew.  It was gong to be a bloody fight and there was no need to face it one hundred percent sober. The First Mate informed me that other ship reinforced their numbers by magically cloning a witch we had met on the island. I had been flirting with her and stole some jewels, which is what started this battle in the first place.

“There’s forty of her!” the first mate yelled.

I surveyed the approaching mob. The forty witches were zombie like.  “Herd them under the stairs and kill them all, one by one.” I yelled as the melee started.  One of the zombies tripped on a rope and fell near my feet.  “Kill them like this” I got the First Mates attention. I looked to the zombie. She was a beauty.  “Sorry Love.” I said and struck her in the neck with a hatchet.  It took two strokes to sever her head.

I woke as rooster crowed outside my window.

*Note: Kauai is infested with thousands of wild chickens. They roam everywhere and multiple like insects.  They have no natural predators on the island.  Kauai is a chicken’s paradise.