Simon McGee Crocodile Pirate

By Mara Meservy

Simon may seem a bit strange after his beloved wife goes missing, but no one doubts he is the toughest of crocodile hunters! With the help of Jimmy the parrot, Simon ventures into the forest of the dreaded NIVAGO! Who will win?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ink Start Media
• Release date: Aug 15, 2022
• ISBN: 9781958004241

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Copyright © 2022 by Mara Meservy.

ISBN 978-1-958004-23-4 (softcover)

ISBN 978-1-958004-24-1 (ebook)

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Chapter One

SIMON

Yellow stains the shape of skeletons scattered across the big sails of the ship. The sails billowed and snapped in the breeze as mighty Simon McGee stood squarely on deck. Sometimes his legs swayed but they never stumbled when the waves crashed over the ship. Behind the sailor, hanging on the walls of the Captain’s Quarters, gaped the jaws of a hundred dead crocodiles. In the back of the ship, a parrot hopped along a jumble of ropes and barrels dashing in and out of the shadows. At the very end of the boat, painted in jagged black letters the shape of crocodile teeth, was the ship’s name:

"Mol McGee."

Pirate Captain Simon McGee squinted into his telescope with his one good eye. His other eye slowly circled around and around just the way it had done for the last 15 years. Besides his crazy eye, Simon looked unusual in other ways. Thirty patches covered his pants, each one from a different place he had sailed to. A dark brown mustache hung down on each side of his mouth in long braids; each mustache braid was so long it reached his knees! When the winds grew too strong, those braids whipped his face until Simon lassoed them together with a little leather lasso.

Ever since the love of his life, little Molly McGee, had blown overboard six years ago, he had not trimmed his mustache even once! And in all that time he had eaten nothing but crocodile meat, for Simon believed a crocodile must have dragged his sweet wife down to the bottom of the ocean and eaten her less than a year after their marriage.

Now everyone who knew him said that Pirate Captain Simon was the finest, the bravest, the strongest crocodile hunter in the seven seas. All the crocodile meat Simon didn’t eat he sold to a factory in Cove Haven to be ground into crocodile hotdogs. People would trek over mountains and cross rivers just to eat one of those Crockdogs with its special green sauce dripping all over it. Simon had a chest full of gold coins to prove it! Just don’t ask him to show you that chest or he might throw you off his ship to fatten the crocodiles!

But this afternoon Simon didn’t care about sacks of gold. He didn’t care that, in the stiff breeze, his braids were slapping his face. He didn’t care to sing any of his favorite Pirate shanties. And he didn’t care to stroke the bright colored feathers of his faithful friend, Jimmy the Parrot.

Blah, blah, blah, so I’m the greatest crocodile hunter in the western world. I’m SICK of crocodiles. ABSOLUTELY SICK of them! I’m SICK of searching the seven seas! And most of all, I’m SICK of missing Molly McGee! he shouted to the cloudless blue sky. Only Jimmy heard him.

SQUAWK! Sick a dile. Sick a dile! the parrot said flying up to perch on top of Simon’s curly brown head.

All my troubles started on this very spot six years ago, sighed the Pirate. According to my calculations, we are very close to where Molly