I bided me time, me hearties, waiting for me captors to make a wrong move. I spied an opportunity when the dirty bilge rats let me out for what they called a picnic. I escaped while their afts were turned. What wailing when the lubbers couldn't find me! Avast, I have my freedom once again!
About Friday Flash 55: The challenge is to write a complete story in fifty-five words. If you've written a 55-flash, go let The G-Man know!