#writever Aug 2 maths

"I don't need math," declared Yelena. "When I grow up, I'll be a space pirate!"

"Oh yes?" her mother said. "And you'll let others tell you what your fair share of the loot is?"

"I'll have a pirate accountant...."

"He's the first to steal from you, you know."

"If he steals from me, I'll run him through with my laser cutlass!"

"But you won't know he's cheated, since you never learned math."

Yelena sighed. "Fine. Just a little math then...."

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#writever Jul 16 data

"The data does not lie," said Arne. "Profits from pillage and plunder are down 30%"

"Here comes the numbers geek again," stated Ivar the Black. "Are we accountants, or are we pirates?"

"We're... vikings, actually," said Gorm.

"Same difference!"

"Hang on," said Sven, "He's right; profits ARE down."

Erik One-Arm belched loudly. "Let him speak. Chainmail and axes don't pay for themselves."

Arne beamed. "Thanks guys! Now, I've made some graphs...."

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The bridge spanned a chasm. Rob stood before it in black armor. "And I tell people to go away?"

The imp grimaced. "You say: none shall pass. Be menacing and resolute."

Rob gripped his sword. "NONE SHALL PASS."

"Yes, perfect! Your shift is 12 hours. Pay is 1 gold coin a month, no questions asked."

Rob stood for a while after the imp had gone. No questions asked, they said. 1 gold coin was excellent pay. But what lay beyond that bridge?

He had to know.

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