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The black-sailed ship was perhaps twelve inches long. It drifted to a stop on the kitchen table, where Bev was enjoying a cup of coffee in the quiet hours of the morning. A minute man with a puffball of black beard around his head emerged onto the foredeck, waving a cutlass the size of a mouse’s whisker.
“Yar!” he said.
“What?” Bev glanced around, unsure how to address a tiny pirate.
“Yar. I am a pirate. I’m here to pillage you.”
“You’re pretty small for a pirate. I could drown you in my coffee.”
“I pillage very small things. Yar.”
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