This is an ex-parrot!

You open the bottle and what looks like a ghost pyrot flies out.

"Pieces of eight, it was cramped in there!" it squarks.

Living Pyrots are bad enough, but GHOST ones? You hide behind a rock, but the ghost sees you and she flies THROUGH the rock!

"P-please don't hurt me!" you wimper "Don't tickle me either!"

"You freed me, lad. I'm grateful. I won't hurt you. Name's Flint. Capt'n Flint"

Written by A R Jackson

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