I watched him totter as they placed him on the plank, hands tied behind his back, blindfold tightly knotted around his eyes. He froze in fear on the board, but they prodded him with a sword, and laughed with each jab. They always laugh. I can't stand that part, especially since I've seen others take potatoes. I had to intervene.
“Polly, NO!” I shouted. “AWK! Pieces of Eight! Aye, Captain! Land Ho!”
Point taken, they gave him a warning. I got the moldy potato. How fitting.