A pirate tried to steal my book.
A Pirate tried to steal my book. Last weekend I attended the Cleveland Christmas Connection representing myself and Loconeal Publishing. I had a good time and it was great to see the familiar faces of the other authors and vendors.
So anyway, about this pirate that tried to steal my book. I’m just sitting there minding my own business when down the gangway walks this pirate with a slightly disheveled look about him. I notice he seems to be a bit wobbly as he staggers his way towards my table. I have to give him credit though, he managed to narrowly miss each passerby as they stood back to gawk at the sight. Eventually he set his dark-rimmed and glassy eyes on me, more likely for a focal point to help get his bearings. He strolled up mumbling something about rum and bones wanting his treasure. Well naturally, as would anyone hearing of treasure, it drew my attention to the treasure chest he carried in front of him. Well I must say, after much discussion and trying to pry out of him where he had hidden his rum, things started to take a turn. He swore in a way that can only be described as well, like a pirate. He accused me of stealing his crown and best handmade knife, just before letting out a resounding belch of noxious fumes.
“No sir,” I replied, “I think I know where your rum went though.” Then his gaze fell to the table that separated us, and there it was.
“Me knife’n crown,” he pointed with an accusing finger. “Give’m back.”
This was not looking good. I tried to explain that it was just the cover of a book, but he was hearing none of it. I could go on about tussling with a pirate and spilling gold, but suffice it to say that you can’t argue with a drunken pirate and expect to win. In the end I think we came to a resolution that worked for both of us. As proof of this interaction, for you naysayers that think I might be spinning another story, I present the following evidence.
The next Book of Orenck, Imposter, is due to be out this summer.
