“Blimey!” the sailor cursed. “The Cap’n sure has been actin’ abit outta sorts, aint’e mate?” His trembling hand pushed a sliding pair of spectacles back up his nose. “I mean, just look at that gapping maw with his big cow tongue lolligagin’ about.”
The First Mate slowly turned his gaze from the vast horizon. The great ship dipped and the two men leaned with the roll and sway of the ocean.
“You be the only one left…” The First Mate said, slowly opening his mouth. It was vulgar yawn that continued to stretch until his mouth was unnaturally huge. Within, his tongue slid upright and small eyes opened at its tip. A small mouth formed and it spoke.
“We be pirates from space,“ came the shrill voice. “And these scallywag bodies of yours be the ships we be sailin’!” The alien beastie glowered. “Prepare to be boarded, mate.”
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