I was puzzled by the pirate captain who had come into my tavern.
Colorful, loud, exuberant. Friendly, even. And perched upon her shoulder was neither a customary dapper monkey nor a vibrant parrot, but a huge raven with bright purple eyes.
After many ales, she leaned to me and confessed, "I love my job even if I'm just a distraction."
The raven puffed her feathers in annoyance, "Polly, that's a secret."
"Sorry Captain," Polly apologized.