ErclIN the pirate took his index finger off the trigger of his pistol - the danger had receded. He raised the mizen and set course for the island with pines growing on it amongst which he had his valuable store of hijacked wines. He was always on the alert, every sinew of his body tense and ready for action. There was clearly no one watching so he moored up and made his way into the piney wood. To his horror all the wine had gone. All there was was a note saying "thanks for storing our wine safely for us". He was starting to wonder if he'd picked the right career.
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