They were pirates: they flew the Jolly Roger from their vessel and fired a warning shot, not merciful, in my view, but lazy.
I altered my course to fly into the mountains.
I knew the captain of the other ship, and he was not a man to surrender.
You must understand that I am not a coward, but there was nothing a small bird could do, and I did not wish to bear witness even to the hoisting of the red flag, for I knew that the pirates would give no quarter to this crew of good men.
I glimpsed it in the water when the ships were long gone, floating, somehow, its top firmly closed. It was decorated with jewels of the type that are so often plundered, and I knew what it was that I had found. I grasped it in my beak and set it on the bridge and took my perch upon it, for something that was once stolen was now mine. Yes, I had possession of what I shall call for ease of reference 'the pirates' teapot' – although, as you will grant, I'm sure, nothing that appears to belong to a pirate ever truly does.
With that in mind, I have taken the decision to rest here until I see a ship of good men, and then I will fly overhead, the teapot clasped carefully in my claws, and gently place this beautiful thing upon their deck. For these waters are sullied so often by those who mean to do wrong. And from them, once in a while, must come something that is good and right.
Media: Acrylic and mixed media
Surface: Box canvas
Size: 20cm x 20cm x 1.5cm [depth]; 7.87" x 7.87" x 0.59" [depth]
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