It's a beautiful day, seagulls are singing, the gentle waves of the sea bloom in foam on the ship's keel. On days like these, filthy swabs like you... should be downed into my bowels.

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A simple swab ya were, on a merchant ship sailing trough the sea; the sunny day ahead of your travel saluted ya with joy... just before the rumble of cannons dyed the sky grey with gunpowder. Pirates.
Ya run for your life, hiding under the deck, inside a barrel in the hold, the sounds of battle slowly fading between the cries of agony and fear of your comrades you cowardly abandoned... until total silence. Ya prayed for your life, eyes closed in tears, hoping the cruel privateers left, but your heart stopped as ya heard heavy footsteps coming for you, "Come out, I know you're around. If I find ye hiding down here, I promise you'll regret not revealing yourself", a gruff voice said, making ya tremble in fear, holding your breath in hope to not be found... it didn't work.
The barrel got lifted up and smashed to the ground with violence, revealing your form to your pursuer, totally at his mercy: with tears running over your terrified face, ya tried to crawl away from the pirate, the titanic crocodile blocking any light from outside with his sheer size, menacingly looming over your scrawny form.
Only the glimpse of a wide open maw, tongue flopping in wait for the pirate's fill, was what you saw before all your world became black and warm, while a deadly realization struck your mind with terrifying ease.
It was lunchtime, and you, you were the main couse.
*GULP*

Yet again, an awesome pic I got from  Hau-Oli about my pirate crocodile.