It's Sunday Selfie Time...........
I'm joining the Sunday Selfies, hosted by the fantastic Kitties Blue: XOCK, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Angel Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth, Calista Jo, and Cooper Murphy, from The Cat on My Head blog
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The Sunday Selfies is a wonderful weekly celebration of blogs and bloggers from across the world, and shares stories and pictures for others to enjoy.
Why not join the fun by adding the code from our hosts, (a link is on their page) and posting your own selfie. It really is that easy...
This weeks selfie is of me waiting patiently for the peep to wake up. In fact it took so long (five minutes) I finished the crossword!
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And now, our weekly adventure of love and romance on and off the high seas, continues with:
Chapter 10
The Trap!
So, this was the end of the road. Resigned to her capture and fate, Erin relaxed and fell silent. Cardinal Camembert, the manifestation of her nemesis the Queen of Spain, stood not inches from her face.The fetid smell of Camembert on his breath turned her stomach more than the kraken's breath. Clearly, she thought, Captain El Mignon Mouse-Morsels, and his now zombie crew, had a connection to this fiend.
Her hope of salvation by Speedy or Arion, had long since departed. Without even sight of the Black Floof's black sails in the dock or out at sea, her options had dwindled to asking Camembert to toss a doubloon, 'double or quits'.
Cardinal Camembert, was a small African caracal lynx with a penchant for cheese. He'd adopted the clerical guise soon after his illegal entry into the Americas, to run an illegal fondue operation for the Queen of Spain. The robe and pointy hat, stolen from a washing line, proved ample disguise not only his long tail and ears, but also his growing waistline and ego.
Camembert straightened, and prodded her with the tip of his sabre. With more venom than a hungry rattler, he said. "Well, Princess, now I've your WRAPPED attention I can enjoy extracting from your worthless hide the whereabouts of 'El Creamado'. Hair by hair and claw by claw if need be until you talk. Maybe I will carry on after you've talked, just for fun! The Queen of Spains bounty is for your ears, so the rest is mine to do with as I please."
"Hmm, maybe as a starter I can introduce you to my little friends, and this dagger?" Reaching into his cassock he withdrew a mouse by its tail, the extracted a dagger from his waistband. The blade glowed blue as he drew it across the mouse's fur and the mouse seemed to wither and die. Then as Erin watch on, horrified, the flesh turned to dust and the skeletal form reanimated itself.
"One nick from that and you become a zombie, and mine to command. Do you fancy that, Erin, a great way to lose that extra weight you're carrying!" With that he stuffed the mouse form back into his cassock and sheathed the blade.
Determined to find out more before her undoubted torture and death, Erin asked that he come near.
"Cardinal. I think you have bettered me this time, for sure, but I may yet getter the upper paw. Do tell me though, did you also command the kraken that assailed my carriage, bent on taking the driver's life and my own? What satanic powers did you wield that it was so possessed?"
"Ah well, princess there is no power so great, or magic so strong as that of love itself, and family. I shall humour you, as you asked so nice, and show you my leverage of love." With that, he signalled to one of the dogs to raise a hatch in the dock. No sooner than it was up than a kraken's tentacle rose through the opening.Lighter, more delicate than the tentacles of the other kraken, it started to search the dock. On finding nothing, the kraken let out a sorrowful, siren like wail, that resonated through the docks planks like a tuning fork.
"There, you see what a hostage can do. That kraken is the life partner of the one that failed its task at the carriage. But I think it will succeed in its new task at sea, seeking Count Prince von Valentine, and Prince Marvelous who pained him so.
Camembert withdrew a guinea pig from his pocket and tossed it through the hatch. The tentacles whipped back into the water, thrashing to grasp the paltry meal, and then vanished from sight. The symbolism of its demise wasn't lost on Erin, but she couldn't help ponder where he was keeping them all!
To be continued by Valentine in 'Surfs Up' ............. Click HERE
To read the previous chapter, 'Into the Night' .............. Click HERE
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Credits:
Caracal image : Copyright <a href='https://www123rf.com/profile-rustyphil'>rustyphil / 123RF Stock Photo</a>
Pizap paid photo image tool used for other aspects of images, and all text and images Copyright Noirkittymews.com, and Erinthecatprincess.blogspot.com
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