‘What about names?’ asked the
librarian. She was focusing on her
computer screen and trying to ignore the pirates bickering.
‘Captain Horatio Arthur Nelson Wellesley.’
Said the Captain. His crew were trying
hard not to snigger. ‘My mother was a great admirer of the navy.’
‘Aye.’ Said the deckhands ‘and the navy were great admirers of hers.’
At this the Captain turned round and
growled. ‘My mother was a saintly
woman. Unfortunate naval inclinations
aside.’
‘Aye aye Captain.’ The Mate glared at the deckhands. ‘tis well known that Floozy Flo was a most
hospitable lady.’
‘That nobody can deny.’ Agreed the Cook. ‘Many a man was offered a bed for the night at
Flo’s. Often with Flo in it if it was a
cold night.’
‘Gentlemen.’ The librarian interrupted in the hope of
preventing the Captain from staining the library carpets with the blood of his
crew. Not least because if he killed his
crew he’d have to recruit more, and she suspected that pirating paid much
better than library assistanting. No
pirate Captain was stealing away her staff with the promise of treasure, books
and grog. ‘What are the rest of your
names?’
‘Jack Every.’ Said the Mate
‘Henry Kidd.’ Said the Cook.
‘Bart Read.’ Said the Cabin Boy
‘Ed, Ned and Ted Morgan’ Chorused the
deckhands. ‘after Blackbeard, proper
pirate names.’
‘And what be your name lass?’ The Captain leaned over the desk and winked
his one green eye in what he hoped was an alluring fashion.
‘Miss Taciturn’ replied the librarian. ‘and if you come any closer I’ll be forced to
use these scissors on your whiskers.’
The Captain stepped back sharply. His whiskers were very long and fine and he’d
no desire to lose them to some demented female.
Why librarians were being allowed sharp objects was beyond his
understanding. They weren’t pirates –
and surely the landlubbers were not so far gone that they were permitting
females to have access to weapons or cutlery.
‘Your tickets.’ The librarian handed over
seven small pieces of plastic. The
Captain gave these to the Mate, who filed them away in his ‘definitely not a
handbag’. ‘You can have up to twenty
books for three weeks.’
‘140 books’
the crew cheered and then cheered a bit quieter when Miss Taciturn waved
her scissors at them. ‘tis a grand
number Miss.’
The pirates spread out to find themselves
twenty books a piece.
Now the library of Brighton was a large
library – spread over many floors. The
mate and cook quickly lost the other pirates among the fiction and headed for
the lifts to find some cookbooks and investment advice (the mate was worried
about the performance of the pirates pension fund).
They found the lifts full of kittens, who
were riding up and down in them as though they were a fairground ride. Which was no problem for pirate kitties. They bared their teeth and claws and growled
like sea monsters, till the children ran from the lifts. The mate grabbed one by the scruff of his
neck and gave him a shake.
‘Where be the cook books?’
The kitten wailed and got another shake for
his trouble. ‘The second floor, the
second.’
‘Arrgh,’
cried the mate for good measure before dropping the kitten.
The lift shuddered as it stopped at the
second floor. The Mate and Cook stepped
out into a dark cavern. There were
bookshelves, crammed close together and without the neat Dewey numbers and
strange genre pictograms of the ground floor.
The air was cold, and as they shivered in the gloom their breath formed
clouds.
‘What manner of library is this?’ whispered the Cook.
The mate opened his mouth to reply, but
there was a low growl from behind him.
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