Game On

“The game is on,” reported the first mate, “take a look.”

Captain Jane McCoy looked at the radar screen and saw three blips moving toward them.

“It’s about damn time too. I hate it when they make us wait.” Captain McCoy grabbed a pair of binoculars and headed toward the door. “Let’s go take a look, make sure it’s really them.”

The captain and first mate went out onto the deck. Before either of them could take a look, the first shot was fired and whizzed right past them, doing no harm.

“At least we know it’s not the paparazzi.” Their last time out, the paparazzi had caused huge problems with their helicopters flying above the ship, alerting everyone in the whole damn world to their position. The idea was for the pirates to have to figure out where they are, not have it broadcast on E! News Weekend.

“Go alert the contestants,” ordered the captain.

Before the first mate had a chance to turn around, Ben, the contestants self-appointed leader addressed them.

“We’ve secured our valuables in the vault. Jack is on weapons detail and Diane is getting people into position. Debutante-princess worthless, I mean Priscilla, is too hung over from last night’s booze and Jacuzzi party to be of any use at all. But it doesn’t matter, we’re gonna kick some pirate ass!” You could just tell he played high school football.

“Well you better get going, those pirates are going to try to board soon. Better to keep them off the boat if you can, don’t you think?” the captain suggested, while thinking,

“There’s no way these morons are going to win with this jackass as their leader. Every last one of them is going to bite it. Then again, you’d have to be a moron to go on a reality TV show called Who Wants To Take On a Crew of Bloodthirsty Pirates To Win a Makeover and a Million Dollars?”