Minjy the Robot: A Pirate's Life: Minjy's Third Adventure

By Steven Michael Krystal

Minjy the Robot – A Pirate's Life is a fiction e-book for middle grade readers ages 8 to 12. It is the third e-book in the series. The first two titles are Minjy the Robot, and Minjy the Robot Returns.

This story unfolds in beautiful Port Marcia, which is a small town nestled in a tropical paradise. Minjy's new surroundings are very different from anywhere she's been before. Her arrival there is by chance and thanks to a delightful festival that is filled with excitement. A variety of people and places provide a unique backdrop for her fun adventure. Minjy always seems to find herself in the most interesting situations!

Minjy is put to the test in someone's time of need. Her encounters with both old and new characters reveal just how much Minjy has learned and matured. As in the previous two e-books, Minjy the Robot – A Pirate's Life maintains the theme that goodness prevails.

Minjy's thoughts, actions and words will inspire readers to be kind, compassionate, and helpful to others.

Readers who enjoy this story can continue to follow Minjy's adventures in the fourth e-book, Minjy the Robot in Glitter City; and the fifth e-book, Minjy the Robot and the Search for Wing Wong.

Happy reading!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Steven Michael Krystal
• Release date: Mar 7, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370386239

Steven Michael Krystal

Steven Michael Krystal is the author of the Minjy the Robot series of e-books for kids ages 8 to 16.“I’m a true believer that goodness prevails.” According to Steven, this theme is consistent in all of the Minjy the Robot fictional stories.He wrote his first e-book, Minjy the Robot, in 2015 and hasn’t looked back since.“It’s really great to now have the time to write. It’s something I’ve always loved to do.”The sequel, Minjy the Robot Returns, followed shortly afterwards. Steven’s third e-book, Minjy the Robot – A Pirate’s Life, was released in August 2016. In May 2017, Steven released, Minjy the Robot in Glitter City, which is the fourth e-book in the series.“When I began to write the Minjy the Robot series, it started out as fantasy for children. It developed into fiction for middle grade and young adult readers, dealing with morals and human nature.“It’s very exciting to release my fifth e-book, Minjy the Robot and the Search for Wing Wong. As always, this story is a completely new adventure for Minjy and readers alike. I hope you’ve enjoyed.”Steven’s favorite fiction is the 1939 fantasy / adventure movie, The Wizard of Oz.“I’m very fond of this story. I think it’s absolutely brilliant. It claims to be for the young and ‘the young at heart’ – very true. Stories that can touch the hearts of both kids and adults really appeal to me. I try to aspire to this kind of writing.”It has now been several years since Steven wrote his first e-book and he reflects on how his character has evolved.“One of the many enjoyable aspects of writing the Minjy the Robot series of e-books is to see how Minjy has changed – for the better of course! Her behavior and appearance has evolved from story to story. The creativity in developing Minjy’s changing demeanor and the way she looks have been a fun experience.”For this Canadian author, life lessons are commonly full of twists and turns, and are really great teachers.“I’ve learned that at times, some things have a funny way of turning out. To have faith and hope that things will work out for the best is a motivating concept for me. I’ve also learned from the experience the importance of kindness and compassion. I try to incorporate all of these thoughts and feelings into the stories that I write.”Happy reading!

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Minjy the Robot – A Pirate’s Life

Copyright © 2016 by Steven Michael Krystal

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eBooks by Steven Michael Krystal

Minjy the Robot

Minjy the Robot Returns

Minjy the Robot – A Pirate’s Life

Minjy the Robot in Glitter City

Minjy the Robot and the Search for Wing Wong

Chapter 1

Turquoise blue waves gently caressed the white sand beaches of Port Marcia. The sun provided a calm backdrop to the seagulls drifting peacefully on the trade winds high above the sea. Nature’s serenity is what Cheddi now awoke to each morning. This was in contrast to the life he left behind in the small town that had a workshop that made clocks.

Cheddi Mullbery had slept well. He was rested and ready to enjoy the blessing of a new day back at home in his tropical town.

Don’t be lazy, he said to himself. Soon your customers will be lining up to buy the things they need and you must not disappointment them.

He got out of bed and was happy and smiling.

Cheddi worked at ‘Pappy’s General Store’ which belonged to his father, Ernest Mullbery. The store was once owned by Ernest’s great grandfather, Pappy, and it had been passed down through the generations. Ernest’s customers endearingly nicknamed him ‘Pappy’, and the town’s people eventually knew him by that name as well.

I’m not sure if I’ll have time for breakfast this morning, thought Cheddi. Pappy is getting impatient in his old age and is probably waiting for me already. After all, his store is his baby.

The quiet morning was interrupted by a telephone ring. Cheddi wondered who could be calling so early. It was very rare for the phone to ring during the morning, if at all. In Port Marcia there was a phone in every house, but it was used for emergencies only. Otherwise, people enjoyed speaking to eachother in person.

Hello, this is Cheddi speaking. Who may I ask is calling? he asked politely.

Good morning, replied the caller, this is Royal Police Constable Winston Patrick speaking. I apologize for interrupting your morning and calling so early. Please forgive me. An urgent matter has taken place at Pappy’s General Store. The situation is still unfolding as we speak, but please be assured that everything is under control. I suggest that you and your father proceed to his store as quickly as possible. Please don’t delay.

Needless to say, Cheddi was alarmed by his conversation with Constable Patrick.

What could have happened? wondered Cheddi. It must be something quite bad. Otherwise, Constable Patrick would have waited until I arrived at the store to speak with me. I better go to pick up Pappy and head to the store!

As he rushed out the door he paused and turned around. He went to the table by the front door and removed his fishing knife from the drawer.

Better safe than sorry, thought Cheddi.

Although he had not been home for many years, he nevertheless remembered that Port Marcia was very peaceful. Yet he also knew that it had its share of crime from time to time.

As Cheddi closed the door and locked up, he was startled by a man standing behind him. He froze still for a moment.

Dad, what are you doing here? asked Cheddi. You’ve scared the wits out of me! How did you get here?

I’m sorry to have frightened you, answered Pappy, "but we must go at once. I received a telephone call early this morning from Constable Patrick. He called me first as he knew I’d be up and you’d still be fast asleep. After speaking with him I got dressed and walked to your house.

Cheddi, you sure do have a reputation for sleeping in!

Dad, what has happened? he asked.

I’m not entirely sure, replied Pappy. Constable Patrick assured me that he had the situation under control. He said that we must get to the store as quickly as possible. Apparently there was some kind of skirmish that occurred outside the store.

When they arrived they saw their porch bench overturned and resting on the sidewalk. Then they noticed three women standing around. At first, Cheddi and Pappy were puzzled. They had never seen two of the women before – they only recognized Babs.

As they got out of their truck, Cheddi and Pappy saw Constable Patrick separating Babs from other women. They all looked angry and were yelling at eachother and at the constable.

Please ladies! Stop yelling and settle down at once, said Constable Patrick in a frazzled but firm tone of voice. The owner of the store has arrived. Babs, please do not say another word. As for you two ladies, please co-operate as this investigation is about to proceed.

Yes okay, Constable, replied one of the women.

Don’t let those two fool you, Winston Patrick! said Babs, roughly. I’ve seen their type before. They pretend to be pretty and sweet on the outside, but they’re rotten on the inside. Lock ‘em up I say!

Quiet please! responded the constable. Babs, show respect and please call me by my professional name which is Constable Patrick. Only my friends call me Winston Patrick.

Then the constable approached Babs and spoke quietly so the others wouldn’t hear.

Babs, do I have to remind you that you are still on probation? Don’t make me have to arrest you again. Please settle down.

Babs quieted down.

Constable Patrick motioned to Cheddi and Pappy to come closer. As soon as they did there was another outburst from Babs.

I’m innocent! Let me go! Those two are lying through their teeth!

By now, Constable Patrick had lost his patience. He looked annoyed as he reached for the handcuffs in his holster. Babs became frightened and was silent. Unfortunately, she had learned the hard way not to get on the wrong side of the law.

Chapter 2

The weeks leading up to Mid-Winter Festival were the busiest time of the year for shipping companies. Packages of all shapes and sizes were sent all over the world in preparation for various celebrations which made the festival so popular.

There were many ships in Port Marcia that day which was busier because of the upcoming festival. The freighter that was the next in line to be unloaded was large and filled with lots of cargo. Its captain was reviewing his crew list. Whenever the ship was in port there was usually a changeover of crew. It was common for many of them to leave the ship and take vacation. They would be replaced by other crew members who were returning to work.

The captain disliked this time of the year. The upcoming festival made the ship’s schedule much busier. As well, it was difficult to keep track of the cargo being delivered to all of the different ports. It was even more challenging with crew members leaving and returning from vacation. It often resulted in confusion as some of the crew did not know which cargo was to be unloaded at which port. Needless to say, mistakes happened and cargo was often dropped off at the wrong port.

The captain signed off on the last crew member, Francis Armstrong, to leave the ship for vacation.

Hey, Armie, I bet you can’t wait to get off this floating heap of metal, said one of the crew members to Francis, whose friends called him ‘Armie’.

Tell me something I don’t know, professor! he replied.

There was a roar of laughter from the crew.

Armie, where’s the first place you’ll be heading once you leave the ship?

To the nearest pub for a cold beer, that’s for sure!

Again, there was laughter from the crew who found Armie’s humor to be entertaining.

Have a beer for me, shouted one of the crew as he waved good-bye to Armie from the deck.

Thanks mate, and as a matter of fact I’ll have a couple! shouted Armie, with a warm smile on his face.

The large freighter moved slowly away from the dock.

From the conversation and jokes it was obvious that the mood among the crew was light-hearted. They had their minds on their vacations more than their work. Some cargo was mistakenly unloaded at Port Marcia where Armie disembarked the ship. As the freighter began to gain momentum and left port for open sea, a dock worker