Don't Gamble!

I have some advice for you guys. Don't gamble! If you already do gamble, I suggest you seek your adrenaline rush elsewhere (e.g. cliff diving, tornado chasing, shopping on Black Friday, all of which I've tried, but that's another story). In particular, do not gamble with that no good, lying, over-sized, purple paunched ferret, Captn. Fraingck! Cause he will leave you just like me $300 bucks (and a roach buddy may he rest in peace), in the hole without an iota of coconuts to spare. I was forced to sell the two kayaks and I was still short $10. So, I  took more drastic measures. I made a deal with a reptile (almost as untrustworthy as Capt Fraingck). I offered my client, a scrappy gecko, a one way trip to the neighboring island in exchange for a gambling opportunity with me and my shipmates, on the condition that I get 30% of his winnings. Reptiles love gambling, so it was a win win for  him.

"Fifteen percent," he countered.

"Twenty,"  I said.

"Fifteen," he said meaningfully (the guy must have seen how desperate I was).

I paused, then responded, "Twenty, and all the bugs I can catch."

"Deal," he said after a moment's calculation.

After reaching our destination five hours later, things were looking' up. There was a moment in the beginning when Capt'n Fraingck asked what the gecko was betting with, and the guy put down a meager five bucks. The Capt'n said that wasn't enough so the lizard dismembered his own tail and slapped it on top of the fiver (the tail was still wiggling). With my game in one hand and a flyswatter in the other, I managed to keep my head above water. The gecko was raking in the chips and chomping on flies  (we don't actually use chips, but seashells instead). After he cleaned us all out, and everyone had paid him off, the sneak tried to make a run for it (sticky fingers I guess). Quickly, I jumped on top of the escapee, before he could reach the water.

"Hey, no lizard handling!" he cried.

"Come on,:" I said brandishing the flyswatter, "We had a deal."

"Oh that." the gecko said with an evil grin. Then he shoved his bloody tail into my hands. I jumped back in shock and that cold-blooded weasel hopped into the water cackling as he swam to shore with his winnings. Capt'n Fraingck thought that was funny too, until I threw the gecko's tail at him. Now there are two people I know never to gamble with.

Scurvy Able Sea-Rat