Whiskers and the Pieces of Eight

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by Pauline Mackay


  “By th’ end o’ th’ day, ye’ll all be real pirates, for sure!”

  That’s what she had repeated over and over again when people said they were coming along.

  Her ghostly pirate ship might have some crew straight from Davy Jones’ Locker, but flesh-and-blood Kate needed some flesh-and-blood crew. With a ship at her command, the museum would be plundered of its treasures!

  How could Captain Kate be outwitted? Getting rid of the coins seemed like a good idea. Whiskers was pushing the first one towards the edge of the table, ready to slide it silently down the sail cloth, when he stopped.

  Kate would just turn other old coins into pieces of eight as soon as she discovered they were missing.

  As he tried to roll the coin back to the pouch, Kate thumped the table, still caught up in her pirate dream. Whiskers lost his grip and watched in horror as the coin took off in the direction of her mouth, which was opening in a large, noisy snore!

  At the last second, it wobbled and fell against the piece of eight tied round Kate’s neck, which was jutting out from under her chin. Something totally unexpected happened!

  The coin returned to its original form – a groat.

  This gave Whiskers a tiny hope. What if he changed all the coins back to groats? Would Kate think to check them before handing them out to the families tomorrow?

  Whiskers worked very hard that night, dragging every dangerous piece of eight from the pouch and refilling it with safe silver groats.

  The fear that Kate might wake at any moment made his little heart race, but thankfully she slept soundly, unaware of any threat to her life of piracy.

  Chapter 7

  By the time Kate stirred early on Saturday morning, Whiskers had finished his task and found a hiding place behind the bag of presents ready to give out as prizes.

  Stiff and annoyed at herself, Kate plucked the pouch from the table without a second glance, secured it to her belt and hurried off to fetch the wooden chest she had bought for her new home.

  At 10.45a.m., Kate and Needles, both in full pirate attire, were standing at the door of Captain Kate’s Cabin, welcoming families to the museum event.

  Everyone had made an effort to dress like a pirate. Kate beamed as family after family arrived. Needles’ rather fierce pirate look had parents and children chuckling with delight. His humourless grimaces as they pointed and complimented him on his realistic–looking scar made them hoot with laughter.

  There was no hooting from Talons, who sat inside the Cabin tied securely to a perch. Kate explained that the owl was standing in for a parrot. Again, everyone thought this was terribly funny, while Talons eyed them coldly.

  Much to Needles’ annoyance, Kate insisted on entertaining her victims for a while. Perhaps this was just the last vestige of the old Kate trying to hold on, or was she playing cruelly with them, like a cat with a mouse?

  “Let’s turn back time,” she suggested, theatrically producing the silver timepiece and moving its hands backwards.

  Whiskers could scarcely bear to watch. Kate explained how Vikings could be considered pirates, talked about a pox of piracy in the Western Isles, including around Longship Island, and finished off with the infamous Scottish pirate, Captain William Kidd, who suffered a gruesome end.

  With every mention of his name, Kate jingled the coins in her pouch.

  “Well, me landlubbing good-for-nothings, time to make real pirates o’ ye all,” Kate finally announced.

  Needles and Talons perked up.

  “A treasure hunt is just what ye need to get yer pirate blood flowin’. Try out yer plunderin’ ’ands in Needles’ sack o’ booty and get yer pirate silver ’ere. Then, we’ll be off.”

  Kate shook the pouch. The coins hidden inside held a secret, but whose secret? Kate’s or Whiskers’?

  Needles lunged forward and grabbed the bag of prizes, catapulting Whiskers right under Talons’ nose. Shackled to the perch, the tawny owl flapped up and down, desperately trying to break free.

  “Stop that noise, ye scabby pile o’ feathers or ah’ll be ’avin’ ye stewed for me dinner!” yelled Kate.

  Talons was quiet. Whiskers took refuge behind a corner of Needles’ sail cloth. Parents grinned, thinking it was part of the show. The children squealed with laughter, jostling for their prizes and pirate silver. Parents distracted Kate with chatter. A flash of silver between tiny fingers was enough to convince her all was well.

  As the last child skipped away clutching her ‘treasure’, a fierce look flitted across Kate’s eyes. Whiskers could feel a slight breeze rising and the air in the room tasted strange.

  A ghostly ship shimmered before them, just as Needles’ shanty had predicted!

  “Landlubbers, aboard!” ordered Captain Kate. “Swab the decks, hoist the sails. Any mutinous talk and ye’ll walk th’ plank at dawn, ye scurvy scallywags!”

  A Jacob’s ladder tumbled down for Captain Kate’s crew ... but no-one moved.

  “Look smart, ye pustulant pilferers!”

  Still no-one moved. Kate turned to Needles for help. He was gone. A gust of salty air whistled sharply through the room, taking the ship, and Kate’s new life of piracy, with it.

  “Awesome!” gasped the children and a round of applause rippled through the amazed parents.

  As ‘un-pirated’ Kate led the group round the museum on a ‘kind of treasure hunt’, everyone recognised a hoard of silver groats lying in a display case.

  “That’s like our pirate silver!”

  Kate couldn’t believe her eyes.

  “Ah think ye’ll find yer treasure’s been plundered, ye luckless layabouts!” wheezed a voice that sounded like Needles’.

  All the old groats, handed out in Captain Kate’s Cabin, lay back in their original case. While, in their place, to the delight of the children, were rather delicious chocolate coins!

  “Can we be scurvy scallywags again next year, please?” asked one little boy.

  Kate sighed. “Maybe we’ll do something a little different next time.”

  As Whiskers felt himself drawn back to his waterside companions, he passed the woodland display. The tawny owl stood on the tree branch, its head tilted downwards.

  A visitor left convinced she had seen the owl’s talons tighten.

  “Just a trick of the light, madam,” Kate assured her. “The museum has been playing tricks on all of us today!”

  Treasure Trove of Words

  for Scurvy Scallywags

  accomplice – someone who helps another person do bad things

  ancestral – inherited from family members who lived in the past

  archive – information kept about something

  artefact – something made by people, especially an object of historical interest

  attire – clothes

  barnacle – small creature living in a shell which can attach itself to the bottom of a ship

  bilge – lowest area of a ship below the waterline

  breeches – trousers to the knee

  buccaneer – pirate

  bucket boots – knee-high, leather boots with a flared, bucket-shaped top

  Captain William Kidd – probably the most famous Scottish pirate, born in Dundee in 1645; tried and executed for piracy in 1701

  cowering – pulling back in fear

  crimson – deep red colour

  curator – administrative director of a museum or library

  damask – expensive patterned fabric

  extinct – has died out; no living form exists

  fossil – something from a long time ago in the past, e.g. a footprint left in the ground or a dinosaur skeleton

  furrowed – having deep, narrow grooves

  groat – a silver coin used in Britain from the 14th to the 17th century

  impending – going to happen soon

  infamous – famous for being bad

  intuition – knowing something without obvious clues

  Jacobites – supporters of King James II and his
family, who fought to restore the Stuarts to the British throne

  Jacob’s ladder – rope or chain ladder with wooden or metal rungs used on ships

  keel – part of ship running from bow to stern below the centre of the hull

  Longship Island – Longay (meaning Longship Island) lies off the Isle of Skye. The Western Isles of Scotland were full of pirates in the 16th and 17th centuries

  oilskins – waterproof clothing

  pedigree – a record of family stretching back generations

  Pictish stones – large carved stones made by Picts, people who lived north of the Forth Estuary (6th to 9th century) in a part of Scotland then known as Pictland

  piece of eight – a silver Spanish dollar

  pilferer – thief

  pox – disease

  salvaged – saved from destruction (often used about ships)

  schooner – type of ship typically with two masts

  shanty – a song sung by sailors as they work

  silhouette – outline of something filled in black

  specimen – an example of something

  timepiece – an instrument, like a pocket watch, which shows the time

  vestige – very small amount

  Vikings – Scandinavian sailors who raided the Highlands of Scotland in the 8th century

  weevil – type of beetle which was common in dry food stored on ships, in the days before fridges and tins

  Needles’ Shanty

  A single drop o’ pirate blood

  Flowed deep through th’ veins o’ Kate;

  That precious drop wer just enough

  For th’ pirate piece o’ eight.

  On Longship Island’s ’idden cove

  For th’ centuries four or five

  That plunder’d coin lay awaitin’

  Pirate blood, to come alive.

  Th’ finder ’ad no buccaneers

  In ’is family long ago.

  ’e ’id ’is booty wrapped in silk

  Tied up wi’ a velvet bow.

  ’is widow later found this prize

  And thought some jewel to see;

  ’er anger sent th’ museum

  A borin’, old coin for free.

  When that piece o’ pirate silver,

  Sat ’n Kate’s ancestral ’and,

  ’er pirate blood turned mutinous

  ’n her feet grew tired o’ land.

  Eight days transformin’ from ’ersel’

  To a swagg’rin’ Cap’n Kate,

  Eight items she must gather up

  Then at last ’twill be too late!

  ’er ghostly ship’ll fast appear

  And strip th’ Museum bare,

  All yer treasures gone forever

  To th’ Cap’n’s pirate lair!

  Born in Inverness, Scotland, Pauline Mackay has written several stories for young children. She is best known for her ‘Wee MacNessie’ picture books which are published in English and bilingual editions by Ablekids Press. Whether any pirate blood flows through her veins is unclear but guard your treasure, just in case!

  Dylan Gibson be an illustrator o’ many things, includin’ books for sprogs.

  When not drawin’, he be spotted out and about with his trusty spaniel or cookin’ up some treats in th’ kitchen.

  Check out his other Ablekids Press title ‘The Fox and the Grapes’.

  Other titles from Ablekids Press

  Picture books

  Fruit Lane

  Ceum Nam Measan

  Mrs Blackberry’s Tiring Day

  Wee MacNessie

  Where is Wee MacNessie?

  The Fox and the Grapes

  For more information on these titles,

  including languages available,

  please go to:

  www.ablekidspress.com

 

 

 


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