Minjy the Robot - A Pirate's Life

Minjy the Robot – A Pirate’s Life

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Published by Steven Michael Krystal

Toronto, Ontario, Canada

E-mail: stevekrystal4@gmail.com

eBooks by Steven Michael Krystal

Minjy the Robot

Minjy the Robot Returns

Minjy the Robot – A Pirate’s Life

Minjy the Robot in Glitter City

Minjy the Robot and the Search for Wing Wong

About This Story

This story unfolds in beautiful Port Marcia, which is a small town nestled in a tropical paradise. Minjy’s new surroundings are very different from anywhere she’s been before. Her arrival there is by chance and is thanks to a delightful festival filled with excitement. Minjy always seems to find herself in the most interesting situations!

As in the previous two e-books, Minjy the Robot – A Pirate’s Life maintains the theme that goodness prevails. Minjy's character is put to the test in someone’s time of need. Her encounters with both old and new characters reveal just how much she has learned and matured. Minjy’s thoughts, actions and words will inspire readers to be kind, compassionate, and helpful to others.

Chapter 1

Turquoise blue waves gently caressed the white sand beaches of Port Marcia. The sun provided a calm backdrop to the seagulls drifting peacefully on the trade winds high above the sea. Nature’s serenity is what Cheddi now awoke to each morning. This was in contrast to the life he left behind in the small town that had a workshop that made clocks.

Cheddi had slept well. He was rested and ready to enjoy the blessing of a new day back at home in his tropical town.

“Don’t be lazy,” said Cheddi to himself. “Soon your customers will be lining up to buy the things they need and you must not disappointment them.”

He got out of bed and was happy and smiling.

Cheddi worked at ‘Pappy’s General Store’ which belonged to his father, Ernest Mullbery. The store was once owned by Ernest’s great grandfather, Pappy, and it had been passed down through the generations. Ernest’s customers endearingly nicknamed him ‘Pappy’, and the town’s people eventually knew him by that name as well.

“I’m not sure if I’ll have time for breakfast this morning. Pappy is getting impatient in his old age and is probably waiting for me already. After all, his store is his baby,” thought Cheddi.

The quiet morning was interrupted by a telephone ring. Cheddi wondered who could be calling so early. It was very rare for the phone to ring during the morning, if at all. In Port Marcia there was a phone in every house, but it was used for emergencies only. Otherwise, people enjoyed speaking to each other in person.

“Hello, this is Cheddi speaking. Who may I ask is calling?” he asked politely.

“Good morning,” replied the constable, “this is Royal Police Constable Winston Patrick speaking. I apologize for interrupting your morning and calling so early. Please forgive me.”

“An urgent matter has taken place at Pappy’s General Store,” he said. “The situation is still unfolding as we speak, but please be assured that everything is under control. May I suggest that you and your father proceed to his store as quickly as possible. Please don’t delay.”

Needless to say, Cheddi was alarmed by his conversation with Constable Patrick.

“What could have happened?” wondered Cheddi. “It must be something quite bad. Otherwise, Constable Patrick would have waited until I arrived at the store to speak with me. I better go to pick up Pappy and head to the store!”

As Cheddi rushed out the door he paused and turned around. He went to the table by the front door and removed his fishing knife from the drawer.

“Better safe than sorry,” thought Cheddi.

Although he had not been home for many years he nevertheless remembered that Port Marcia was very peaceful. Yet he also knew that it had its share of crime from time to time.

As Cheddi closed the door and locked up, he was startled by a man standing behind him. Cheddi froze still for a moment.

“Dad, what are you doing here?” asked Cheddi. “You’ve scared the wits out of me! How did you get here?”

“I’m sorry to have frightened you,” answered Pappy, “but we must go at once. I received a telephone call early this morning from Constable Patrick. He called me first as he knew I’d be up and you’d still be fast asleep. After speaking with him I got dressed and walked to your house.

“Cheddi, you sure do have a reputation for sleeping in!”

“Dad, what has happened?” asked Cheddi.

“I’m not entirely sure. Constable Patrick assured me that he had the situation under control. He said that we must get to the store as quickly as possible. Apparently there was some kind of skirmish that occurred outside the store,” replied Pappy.

When Cheddi and Pappy arrived they saw their porch bench overturned and resting on the sidewalk. Then they noticed three women standing around. At first Cheddi and Pappy were puzzled. They had never seen two of the women before – they only recognized Babs.

As they got out of their truck, Cheddi and Pappy saw Constable Patrick separating Babs from other women. They all looked angry and were yelling at each other and at Constable Patrick.

“Please ladies! Stop yelling and settle down at once,” said Constable Patrick in a frazzled but firm tone of voice. “The owner of the store has arrived. Babs, please do not say another word. As for you two ladies, please co-operate as this investigation is about to proceed.”

“Yes okay, Constable,” replied one of the women.

“Don’t let those two fool you, Winston Patrick!” said Babs in a rough tone of voice. “I’ve seen their type before. They pretend to be pretty and sweet on the outside, but they’re rotten on the inside. Lock ‘em up I say!”

“Quiet please!” responded the constable. “Babs, show respect and please call me by my professional name which is Constable Patrick. Only my friends call me Winston Patrick.”

Then the constable approached Babs and spoke quietly so the others wouldn’t hear.

“Babs, do I have to remind you that you are still on probation? Don’t make me have to arrest you again. Please settle down,” said Constable Patrick.

Babs quieted down.

Constable Patrick motioned to Cheddi and Pappy to come closer. As soon as they did there was another outburst from Babs.

“I’m innocent! Let me go! Those two are lying through their teeth!” yelled Babs.

By now Constable Patrick had lost his patience. He looked annoyed as he reached for the handcuffs in his holster. Babs became frightened and was silent. Unfortunately, she had learned the hard way not to get on the wrong side of the law.

Chapter 2

The weeks leading up to Mid-Winter Festival were the busiest time of the year for shipping companies. Packages of all shapes and sizes were sent all over the world in preparation for various celebrations which made the festival so popular.

There were many ships in Port Marcia that day which was busier because of the upcoming festival. The freighter that was the next in line to be unloaded was large and filled with lots of cargo. Its captain was reviewing his crew list. Whenever the ship was in port there was usually a changeover of crew. It was common for many of them to leave the ship and take vacation. They would be replaced by other crew members who were returning to work.

The captain disliked this time of the year. The upcoming festival made the ship’s schedule much busier. As well, it was difficult to keep track of the cargo being delivered to all of the different ports. It was even more challenging with crew members leaving and returning from vacation. It often resulted in confusion as some of the crew did not know which cargo was to be unloaded at which port. Needless to say mistakes happened and cargo was often dropped off at the wrong port.

The captain signed off on the last crew member, Francis Armstrong, to leave the ship for vacation.

“Hey, Armie, I bet you can’t wait to get off this floating heap of metal,” said one of the crew members to Francis, whose friends called him ‘Armie’.

“Tell me something I don’t know, professor!” replied Armie.

There was a roar of laughter from the crew.

“Armie, where’s the first place you’ll be heading once you leave the ship?”

“To the nearest pub for a cold beer, that’s for sure!”

Again, there was laughter from the crew who found Armie’s humor to be entertaining.

“Have a beer for me,” shouted one of the crew as he waved good-bye to Armie from the deck.

“Thanks mate, and as a matter of fact I’ll have a couple!” shouted Armie with a warm smile on his face.

The large freighter moved slowly away from the dock.

From the conversation and jokes it was obvious that the mood among the crew was light hearted. They had their minds on their vacations more than their work. Some cargo was mistakenly unloaded at Port Marcia where Armie disembarked the ship. As the freighter began to gain momentum and left Port Marcia for open sea, a dock worker noticed the cargo that had been mistakenly dropped there.

“These crew people are always making mistakes. What am I suppose to do with all of these boxes? Our warehouse is already full and there’s no space left. I’ll think of somewhere to put them,” said the dock worker to himself.

It was time to leave and the boxes were left outside beyond the fenced off area.

“I’m sure they’ll be safe there overnight. After all, it’s just until the morning and I’ll have more space tomorrow to store them properly,” thought the dock worker as he headed home for the evening.

Chapter 3

Constable Patrick had enough of Babs’s poor behavior. He removed his set of handcuffs from his holster when suddenly there was the sound of the telephone ringing from his police car. The constable paused.

“Please wait here while I attend to the telephone call from my car,” said Constable Patrick. “Cheddi, please do me a favor and keep an eye on Babs.”

“Yes of course,” answered Cheddi.

Constable Patrick answered the telephone.

“This is Constable Patrick speaking. Good morning and how may I be of assistance to you?”

“Good morning. Is this the police?”

“Yes, you are speaking to the police.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I am sure. To whom am I speaking, and what may I do for you on this fine day?”

“This is Louis Simpledon speaking. There’s been a robbery!”

“Oh my! Where are you located?”

“At the dockyard. Pier number four.”

“I’m presently conducting an investigation and then I will be on my way over to see you.”

Constable Patrick hung up the telephone and returned to Cheddi and the others. The constable led the two women, Babs, Cheddi, and Pappy towards the entrance of the store.

“I’m afraid there is an emergency at the dockyard which I must attend to at once. I apologize for any inconvenience,” said Constable Patrick.

“What has happened at my father’s store?” asked Cheddi. “Has someone broken in? And who are these two women? I’ve never seen them before. What’s going on?”

“One of these women claims that Babs tried to steal her purse,” replied the constable. “The other woman claims that she witnessed what happened. I’ve also spoken with the store owner from across the street. He said that he heard a loud commotion and saw Babs knocking over your bench. That’s it over there resting upside down on the sidewalk. However, he told me that he did not see anything involving the purse.”

“Exactly who are these women?” asked Cheddi.

“The woman who claims that Babs tried to steal her purse is Monique Hevelle,” replied Constable Patrick. “The other woman is her sister, Juliette. They are tourists and here on vacation in Port Marcia.”

“What Babs has done is terrible,” said Pappy. “Trying to steal a purse and knocking over my bench is no way to behave. Everyone must obey the law. That is the reason why Port Marcia is such a peaceful place. Constable, what are you going to do about this?”

“I agree with you,” replied Constable Patrick. “Obeying the law is what keeps our town safe. Babs, based on what these women claim and what the store owner from across told me, I have no choice but to charge you with ‘disturbing the peace’.

“It carries a fine of two hundred and fifty dollars and you’ll have to come with me. Will hand cuffs be necessary, or will you behave yourself in the police car?”

“Yah, I’ll behave. After all, I ain’t dumb!” replied Babs.

“Good,” said Constable Patrick, “and as for the rest of you, please excuse me as I attend to the emergency at the dockyard.”

The drive over there was long but scenic. The road gently wound its way alongside the shore of Port Marcia’s beautiful bay. The still waters played host to the occasional sailboat clipping along the calm sea. Further in the distance were cargo ships that were anchored in the bay and waiting for their turn to dock.

Constable Patrick tried to reach the dockyard as quickly as he could. The road, however, was only one lane and hilly which slowed things down. Driving safely always came first when the constable responded to emergencies regardless of their urgency.

Constable Patrick finally reached the dockyard and stopped his car at the entrance. He and Babs got out.

“Babs,” said the constable, “if you don’t mind I’ll drop you off here. It is very close to the center of town. As for the two hundred and fifty dollar fine, if it is not paid and since you are currently on probation, you may have to go to jail.

“Babs, I know my police business and I urge you to take my advice. After all, I have a lot of experience in these matters. Now listen to me carefully. I know that you’ve had your share of run-ins with the law. So far it has been for minor things.

“I also know what the inside of a jail is like and I can tell you that it is no place for a lady. During my career I have never sent a woman to jail and I’d like to keep it that way. Babs, you must do everything possible to pay the fine. Otherwise, you are looking at a sentence of six months in jail and the possibility of two years behind bars since you’re already on probation.

“There is a lot at stake for both of us. The next time I convict a criminal I will be promoted to Chief of Police. This is something that I’ve worked for my entire career. I will be promoted if you are convicted, but I won’t let that happen. I will do everything possible within the law to help you. I would rather wait and have a real criminal convicted rather than you. As I said, jail is no place for a lady.

“Babs, what do you say?”

“Okay, Constable,” replied Babs. “We both know that I don’t have a penny to my name, let alone two hundred and fifty dollars, but I’ll get the money somehow. I’m a lot of things but I ain’t dumb. I know you’re right when you say that jail ain’t a place for a lady.”

“Babs,” said Constable Patrick, “I’ll try to help you as much as I can. You have my word.”

“Can I tell you something?” asked Babs.

“Sure, what would you like to tell me?” asked the constable.

“You’re a good man Constable Winston Patrick. Thank you for your help,” said Babs.

The constable smiled as he got back into his car and drove away in search of pier number four.

The dockyard was always busy and today was no exception. It had a bustling pace to it and was routinely clogged with trucks and cargo. Best of all, though, was its happy atmosphere thanks to the workers who loved their jobs by the sea.

Pier number four was the busiest dock. It was the biggest in the entire yard and was the temporary home for the largest ships that arrived in Port Marcia. As busy as the dock was, its trucks always made room when a police vehicle passed through. This gave Constable Patrick a sense of gratitude as he considered it to be a sign of respect to the police.

As the constable drove along he noticed one of the workers waving his hand. He stood next to a fence by the outskirts of pier number four. The constable parked his car and got out to speak with him.

“Constable, I’m Louis Simpledon,” he said, “and I’ve been robbed! What took you so long to get here?"

“Louis, please calm down. I have arrived as quickly as possible. What has been stolen?”

“All of the boxes on the other side of the fence!”

“But there are no boxes on the other side of the fence.”

“Well of course, Constable. That’s because they’ve been stolen.”

Constable Patrick was amused by Louis’s remarks, but was far too busy for antics.

“I’m going to do my best to try to help you,” said Constable Patrick in a firm tone of voice. “I need to ask you several questions and will need your co-operation. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Constable.”

“First of all, please state your full name.”

“Louis Simpledon.”

“Thank you. Now tell me once again, what has been stolen?”

“Boxes.”

“What kind of boxes?”

“Square boxes.”

“Louis, can you please tell me how many of these square boxes were stolen?”

“Many, many boxes, Constable Patrick.”

“I see. And what where in these boxes?”

“I don’t know. Stuff, I suppose. It was cargo from a ship.”

“Louis, do you have any proof as to the existence of these stolen boxes?”

“Proof?”

“Yes, Louis, proof. Do you have anything to prove that these boxes were here before they were stolen?”

“No, I do not.”

“Are there any witnesses that can confirm that the boxes were here or that they were stolen”

“No.”

“Well then, Louis, I’m afraid I cannot proceed any further. The law requires proof or witnesses in order to proceed with an investigation. You have neither and I regret that your claim is insufficient.”

“Well that’s not very good! Constable, how do you expect me to get back my boxes?”

“I’m very sorry, but I’m afraid you’re on your own. You may look around Port Marcia and try to find the stolen boxes by yourself. If you do find any then please call me immediately and I will try once again to help you.”

“Constable, you haven’t helped me at all!”

“Louis, please show respect. May I remind you that you are speaking to an officer of the law?”

“I apologize, Constable Patrick. I will indeed contact you if I find any of the boxes.”

“Very well, Louis. Have a good day.”

As the constable drove off, Louis wondered where the missing boxes could be. Then it occurred to him that the most likely place was at the nearby central market. That was where most of Port Marcia’s food and supplies were bought and sold.

The strangest things always ended up for sale at the central market.

End of sample.