The Greatest Story Ever Told…2

Seeing as how my father would not lift his tyrannical rule, and stifled my entrepreneurial enthusiasm, I was forced to take matters into my own hands.

Here I am attempting to sell my brother on the black market. I figured, since we were close to a ship already, it would be easy for someone to take him.

A nice pirate lady, offered to buy him for a 2 liter of rootbeer, and SNES.  I can only imagine his concerned look is because the pirate lady mentioned… “he’s the perfect size to clean the cannons.”

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