Pirates Eat Porridge - Hardcover

Morgan, Christopher

Hardcover

ISBN 10: 1596433043 ISBN 13: 9781596433045

Publisher: Roaring Brook Press, 2007

Synopsis

HOIST THE SAILS! MAN THE POOP DECK!   A side-splitting tale with ridicuous pictures to tickle the funny bones of kids everywhere. "Who is the captain of this here fish-finger house?"  When a pirate arrives at Billy and Heidi's door, it's the start of a crazy and unpredictable adventure as they sail their "fish-finger" house to Itchy Ear Island, and learn all sorts of quirky facts about pirates, parrots, and cabbages along the way.  Filled with outrageously funny dialogue, this hilarious pirate tale is the perfect yarn for newly independent readers (and scallywags)!

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About the Author

Christopher Morgan has been a musician, furniture maker, and public servant.  His first novel, The Four Rivers, was published in 2006.   Neil Curtis was the recipient of the Silver Award for illustration by the Australian Writers and Art Directors' Association, and has published a number of award-winning picture books.

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Pirates Eat Porridge
Billy loved being in his tree house.Up here, he could see the mountains to the east, the sea to the south, the buildings of the city to the west, and all sorts of interesting things in the sky.He liked to lean out of the window and ask himself questions:Do clouds talk to each other?Do flying fish have nests?Who tells the tide to go out?He was just wondering whether jellyfish might taste like jelly when a large sheet of paper blew in through the window and rolled itself up like a scroll at his feet.It had written on it in big, bold letters,Suddenly, Billy's sister, Heidi, jumped over the top of the ladder and tumbled into the tree house."There's a pirate at our door!""A pirate?""A pirate. And a pig.""I'd better go and see.""What do you want?"Billy's voice sounded small. He tried again."What do you want?""Not very polite are we, Mr. Fishcake? Talking like that to a gentleman who knocks on your door."It so happens that a treasure map blew over your back fence. I was chasing it up the street. I saw you pick it up. It's mine. It's nobody else's. I want it. And while I'm here ..."I want me BREAKFAST."And with that, the pirate pushed past Billy and stomped and rolled down the hallway, his big sea boot thumping on the floorboards.He poked at the pictures on the walls as he went, until they all hung crooked. Then he stopped and smiled at his work.Heidi stood in the kitchen doorway with her arms crossed."You can't have breakfast. It's almost dinnertime.""Dinnertime, is it? Well I'll be a squid's bottom. I thought it was breakfast-time."Not to worry--I can have porridge for dinner."He scratched his chin."Tell me, what sort of a ship is this anyway?""This isn't a ship. It's our house," said Heidi."A house, is it? Well shiver me timbers. I always wondered what one looked like on the inside."I wonder where the sails are? Where's the galley? Perhaps it's this way. C'mon, Polly."And he thumped past Heidi into the kitchen.The pirate sat in Dad's chair and waved his spoon in the air."BUMS DOWN, SAILORS. BUMS DOWN."He looked at the empty space on the table in front of him, and then he looked at Heidi."I'm ready. Where's my porridge?"Heidi gave Billy a look. Billy shrugged his shoulders and shook his head."Your porridge," Heidi said slowly, "is probably on your ship."The pirate banged his spoon on the table."Mr. Fishcake, what's wrong with her? She doesn't speak to me very nicely. I take it she's your sister?"Billy nodded."Don't worry. I have a way with sisters."He banged his spoon on the table again, then he made a ferocious face."Hey, you! Miss Fishnose!"WHERE'S MY PORRIDGE?"WHERE'S MY PORRIDGE?"WHERE'S MY PORRIDDDGGE?"There was silence.No one spoke to Heidi that way. No one. Her face began to turn very red."P-p-perhaps your pig knows where your porridge is?" asked Billy quickly.The pirate leaped from his seat."He's not a pig. He's a parrot. How could you say such a thing?""Oh, I'm sorry," said Billy. "I thought he was a ... It's just that he looks like a ...""He is a pig!" said Heidi."Twoink. Twoink. Twoink?" said the pig."I know," said the pirate, looking down at the pig. "She is a little bit of a grump pot. Don't listen to her. You're a parrot, not a pig. There's a clever little bird.""Twoink," said the pig contentedly, and leaped onto the pirate's shoulder."Now," said the pirate, "who is the captain of this here fish-finger house?""We have two captains. Mom and Dad. They're at the supermarket," said Heidi."What's a supermarket?" asked the pirate."It's where people buy food," said Billy."You mean you have to buy it? I don't believe you.""Yes, we do have to buy it. How would you get it?" asked Heidi. The pirate scratched his ear with the spoon."Well, Miss Fishnose, the street is full of these here fish-finger houses. All of them are standing still. I would just go into any one of them and take what I need. I'd never go hungry. Never.""But they're our neighbors," said Heidi."And they've got a dog," added Billy, pointing to the house next door."Neighbors? When you're a pirate, the only neighbors you have are stingrays, seals, and sharks."He thought for a second."And sometimes elephants. When they're out for a swim.""I didn't know elephants could swim," said Billy."Oh, they can swim all right, Mr. Fishcake. It's pirates who can't swim.""You can't swim?" asked Heidi."Oh, no," said the pirate. "Pirates prefer to walk along the bottom of the sea.""But how do you breathe?""That's the problem, Miss Fishnose. We can't. That's why we have ships--so we can walk up and down on them with our heads held up high and our big hats on."He leaned toward Heidi as if he were about to tell her a great secret."Ships go on top of the water."He nodded his head wisely. Then he turned to Billy."Now I want my treasure map back, Mr. Fishnose. Give it to me."Billy pulled the roll of paper from his sock and laid it across the table."That's not a treasure map," said Heidi. "It's just a picture of an island.""It does say across the top," said Billy quietly."Oh, it's a treasure map all right, Miss Fishnose," said the pirate. "This picture here is the first clue to where the treasure is hidden ... . And wobble me noggin!! If it isn't Itchy Ear Island!""It is not," said Heidi. "It's Pelican Island. It's written right here.""It's Itchy Ear Island, Miss Fishnose. That pelican business is just a pirate warning.""A pirate warning?" asked Billy."A pirate warning," said the pirate. He shivered like a jellyfish. "To remind pirates everywhere to get home before dark.""But why?" asked Heidi."Why?" whispered the pirate. His teeth began to chatter so loudly that Heidi and Billy had to cover their ears with their hands. "Because that is when the giant pelicans come out and spit in the eyes of pirates. Everybody knows that, too.""You look a bit frightened," said Heidi."I am not," yelled the pirate."Is that why some pirates wear eye patches?" asked Billy.The pirate tried to smile, but his lips were, for a moment, stuck together."That's exactly right, Mr. Fishcake. They're the ones who stayed out too late."The pig let out a little squeal."Settle down, Polly. We'll be safe in bed before it gets dark."He turned to the children. "Giant pelicans don't much like parrots, either," he explained. Then he shuddered and looked back at the picture."This is Itchy Ear Island, all right. I know it because that's where I do my washing. If you look closely at the palm tree on the left, you can see my clothesline.""Do pirates wash their clothes?" asked Billy, disappointed."I doubt it," said Heidi, and stared pointedly at the pirate's shirt."Of course pirates wash their clothes. What a squiddly, bottomly question," said the pirate."Another reason I know this particular island so well is because once, by accident, I left a shipmate behind there."It took me a year to realize what had happened. A whole year. I didn't mind much, though. He had a bad, bad habit. He was a peanut spitter. The worst kind of spitter there can be."Berry Berry Barry Barton was his name. I sailed straight back to get him when I noticed he was gone.When I came ashore, he was sitting in the sand spitting peanuts out of his mouth.""Was he pleased to see you?" asked Billy."I think so. He didn't say anything. His mouth was full of peanuts. He spat them at me while I hung out my washing."The pirate smiled sweetly."So I left him there again.""Oh," said Billy."Oh," said Heidi."So ... if it was a year before you went back to Itchy Ear Island, then you only wash your clothes once a year," said Billy, thinking aloud."That's right. How often do you wash yours? If I did it any more they would fall apart and I'd have to go to sea in my underpants."He shivered at the thought, then jumped to his feet."Now, all hands on deck!""Excuse me?" said Heidi.The pirate ignored her. He grabbed some sheets from the washing pile."Sails!"Then he stuck Heidi's favorite purple shirt into his pocket."And a flag!"He stood to attention and saluted. So did Billy. Heidi rolled her eyes."To the masts! Onto the roof! We'll sail this fish-finger house to Itchy Ear Island."And with that, he was out the door."Hoist the sails! Man the poop deck! Roll out the cannons! Stack up the cabbages! Raise the flag! Let's go! There's no time to lose.""Stack what cabbages?" asked Billy."The cannonball cabbages, of course. What do you use for cannonballs?"Heidi cleared her throat. "Pirate, this is our house. It is not a ship. And there's no water. We won't be sailing anywhere.""Miss Fishnose," sighed the pirate, "everything is a ship. Everything. And as for water, it's everywhere. Don't you know anything? This concrete and dirt is just sitting on top of the ocean, that's all. It will sink to the bottom as soon as the wind fills the sails."And he was right. That is exactly what happened.Soon, they were on the open sea. Spray hit their faces."Look!" Billy yelled to Heidi.His tree house was floating along behind, rising and falling in the waves. It was attached to the house by the clothesline.The pirate strode across the roof and stood by the chimney."Miss Fishnose, pass me the compass.""We don't have a compass," said Heidi, a little distracted."Well I'll be a pair of prawn's pajamas! How do you tell which direction you are traveling in?""I can tell directions," said Billy."Can you now?" asked the pirate. "Which direction are we moving in, then?""South by southwest," said Billy without hesitation."Sheets and sheets of water!" boomed the pirate. "You are a good compass, Mr. Fishcake. We need to turn a little. Miss Fishnose, point me to the steering wheel.""There isn't one." Heidi shrugged. "This is a house, not a ship.""Then we'll have to lean. On the count of four. One ... two ... ah?""Twoink," said the pig."Three," whispered Billy."Three ... four ... lean."The house turned."So what do pirates do, anyway?" asked Billy after they'd been sailing for a while.The pirate put one hand up to shade his eyes as he looked out over the horizon."Pirates look for buried treasure, Mr. Fishcake. Everybody knows that. And when we find it, we dive our hands into it and laugh very loudly."HA HA HA!""Why?" asked Heidi."What do you mean why?" said the pirate."Why do you dive your hands into it and laugh loudly?""I don't know. Because that's what I was taught to do.""Where did you learn to do that?" asked Billy."At Pirate School. Where else would I learn to do it?""I think I'd like to go to Pirate School," announced Billy."Maybe I'd like to go to Pirate School, too," said Heidi."Oh, would you now? So you two were born in a seagull's nest, were you?Your brothers and sisters were all baby seagulls? Because that's what you need to become a pirate. They don't let just anybody into Pirate School, you know."The pirate put his hands on his hips."And another thing. You have to be able to speak Seagullese.""What's that?""The language that seagulls speak, of course. How else do you think they talk to each other?""I didn't know that they could talk to each other," Heidi admitted."So, how do you think they know where the rotten fish are? How do they know who is eating a sandwich?"He looked out to sea."Top of my class, I was. Number one. Voted the child most likely to grow into the ugliest pirate. I ate more live worms and fried blowflies than anybody. And as for the Golden Crab Claw award--""What's that?" interrupted Billy."Well I'll be blown down a whale's sock. You don't know what the Golden Crab Claw award is?"What sort of children are you? What sort of school do you go to? Don't those captains of yours tell you anything?""Our parents have never told us about that award," said Heidi. "We didn't even know there was a Pirate School.""Unbelievable! What cruelty! Ah well, such is life ... on the land. The Golden Crab Claw award is given each year by the bent-up, creaky old pirates who run the Land Ahoy Cabbage Shop on Belly Button Island.""Cabbage shop?""That's right. Any type of cabbage you want. Any way you want it. Those old pirates know more about cabbages than anybody I have ever met before."He leaned forward and whispered, "Although most pirates know a fair bit about cabbages.""Why?" asked Heidi."Why what?""Why do pirates know about cabbages?""Because it's a good vegetable. Why should you people on the land be the only ones to know about cabbages?""There's no reason," said Heidi."None that I can think of," added Billy."Right, where was I? Oh, yes. Those old, bent-up pirates present the Golden Crab Claw award to the student who shows the most promise in four categories."The first is eating horrible things.""The second is being loud in front of old ladies.""The third is making babies cry by making a face.""And the fourth is a good working knowledge of the cabbage."He shined his fingernails on his chest and looked at them proudly."And I won it two years in a row."The pirate was still waggling his head smugly from side to side when Billy suddenly said, "Does that look like land to the south?""What? Where? Land ahoy! LAND AHOY!""Twoink!" said the pig.It was Itchy Ear Island. They reeled in the tree house and climbed on board."Mr. Fishcake, you are indeed good at directions," said the pirate once they were ashore. "But what are you good at, Miss Fishnose?""Mathematics. Basketball. Essays. Rock climbing. What are you good at, Pirate?" asked Heidi."Everything.""Really? Everything? What about ... skipping?""Good at it. Standing on my hands.""Disco dancing?""Good at it. Pirates disco dance all the time. Didn't you know that?""Roller skating?""Good at it. The quickest way to get around a ship. Although it is hard on sand.""Spelling?""There's no such thing.""There is so."

About this edition

• Publisher: Roaring Brook Press
• Publication date: 2007
• ISBN 10: 1596433043
• ISBN 13: 9781596433045
• Binding: Hardcover
• Edition number: 1
• Number of pages: 80
• Illustrator: Curtis Neil