With his sun-weary face always turned toward the sea, Cap’n Thad looked every bit the pirate. He had pulled his long, grey hair into a loose braid, and embellished it with bits of sea glass and shells. Small, gold hoops hung from his ears.
He regaled tourists at the wharf with tales from a lifetime as a sailor. Weaving daring adventures of being lost in the eye of a hurricane, battling monster sharks, and landing that ever-elusive trophy marlin.
No one noticed the raconteur never actually boarded any of the charters, nor was his name emblazoned on any hull.
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A good storyteller never gives up his fiction. I loved how you used the word.
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Storyteller is just as good a profession as pirate.
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Aye matey, this was tale of to be told far and loud.
Seriously, great word choices and imagery.
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Raconteur – one of my favorite words ever! Goes well with the mysterious snap.
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Aaahhrrrr, it’s a sly devil he be.
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Great stuff. If you look like you belong, who is to say otherwise?
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The assumptions are what always get people. Good one!
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