Dear Diary,
    Today at work I had the misfortune of serving far too many spirits to a rather nasty looking (and not to mention smelly!) man that was standing at the bar. Within an hour he was totally inebriated and was bellowing "Ho, ho, ho, and a bottle of rum...", while swaying back and forth attempting to keep his balance.
    As I walked over to tell him to leave because he was disrupting the rest of the people in the bar, he spotted my silver necklace gleaming in the dim light.
   "Hey you... nice necklace. Give it to me!!" he shouted at me. Before I could answer him I found a gun pointed in my face. I took one look down the barrel and tore my necklace off tossing it on the table. Just as he was about to pick up the silver necklace another man covered in dirt and unshaven walked in.
    "Hey, Fred, get that gun out of the bartenders face!" yelled the newcomer to the man attempting to steal my necklace. "Our captain is waiting for us on our whale ship. He has gotten some good tips where there are a lot of whales."
   "I ain't no whaler..." roared Fred as he spat on the ground. "I'm a pirate!!"
   The newcomer took one look around at the faces of the people in the bar, grabbed Fred's arm and hauled him out of the bar. As Fred was being dragged out of the bar, he grabbed my necklace and glared at everybody in the bar. I thought of chasing after them but decided against it when I noticed both of them had dual pistols. My life was definitely not worth a necklace.

Sadly,         
Sipho