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Birth of a Super-Villan [sic] Sherman used to wear cowboy boots, but they hurt his feet too much. Now he wore second hand Reebok shoes which worked okay, because they were black and comfortable. But stomping around in sneakers just didn't have the same effect as cowboy boots, and it was necessary to find another method to make sure his presence was felt when he was out. He finally found the perfect cane. A long, skinny, metal pipe that he could turn into a deadly weapon at a moment's notice. A wooden cane would have been nice, but this piece of pipe worked well, because it was easy to make a lot of noise, with little effort. People felt his presence. He could see it in their eyes, as they winced as he banged his cane on the sidewalk. He didn't even need to be walking to bang his cane. He'd find a good bench near his apartment building where he could keep an eye on the entrance. He wasn't allowed to sit in front of his apartment building anymore after the stupid janitor had complained to the landlord who'd gone to his grandma because of some cracked floor tiles in the building entrance. He had cracked the tiles while testing the cane's strength. Sherman scowled, it was a small price for them to pay for all of the protection that he provided for free while he was living with his grandma, temporarily.
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"Aye, aye, captain!" Snooters bellowed into the captain's ear. Captain Scallywag flinched, nodded at Snooters and headed back to his Captain's cabin. Treasure on Duck Island. Everybody knew there was treasure on Duck Island. The treasure at Duck Island was supposed to be enormous. But Duck Island was a place that people didn't usually return from. Many ships had their entire crews decimated .If anybody actually survived, they are usually too damaged to describe what they experienced, and were only able to mutter about the ducks. And those were the people who actually had maps, Captain Scallywag mused. He had no map, no real knowledge of the island, or even clues as to where the treasure might be. It was too late now though. He couldn't risk a mutiny, much less near Duck Island. He needed a treasure map, and quickly. He looked around his chambers. The redhead and the blonde were snoring. He yanked a dirty sheet from his bed, and quickly cut a large square out of it. Scallywag examined the square of fabric. It was stained, and worn, and would work fine for convincing his crew that it was a reliable source of treasure. Now he needed to actually draw Duck Island, or something. He cursed, and tried to remember other treasure maps of Duck Island that he'd seen on the past. He should have been paying more attention, but he didn't expect that he'd need to recollect these things for his own. He grabbed a worn quill, the only one that he had, and a small ink bottle. The little ink left was mostly dried out, it's not like he was doing much writing these days. He spit in the bottle, and stirred things around, that helped a little, but not enough. He cleared his throat, hocking into the bottle, and stirred a bit more. Better. Scallywag dipped the quill into the ink, and started drawing. He didn't know the shape of the island, but a rough oval would probably be okay. He drew an oval, adding squiggles and random scratches along some of the island border. That could be some rocks, or whatever. He shrugged. He tried to draw some trees, and then wrote a number next to them. Good luck deciphering that, he grinned. He drew a cave, a mound of dirt, or a lump, open to interpretation. He attempted to draw a skull for danger. He paused to examine his work. The skull looked like a sad face, not at all like a skull. Scallywag grimaced, it would have to do. He drew a feather, since there was no way that he could draw a duck, but the feather looked more like a turd. He added some more symbols, squiggles and numbers on the map, and finally included an X in the middle of the crude map drawing. This would have to do. He heard a commotion outside, shouting from his men, then quacking, increasing in volume. He blew on the map to make sure that the ink was dry. There was a banging on the door, and then the door slammed open. Scallywag jumped, and shoved the map in his pocket. The quacking was deafening now. Some feathers floated in, as Snooters entered, "S-s-s-orry, captain, we've got a problem."
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