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A humorous take on a sea pirate's attempt to shoot a ghost with a cannon, only to be taunted by the ghost in return.

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THE PIRATE AND THE PHANTOM GUNSLINGER - SHORT STORY
On the high seas, where the sun blazed and the salty air smelled of adventure and bad decisions, Captain Redbeard was having a peculiar problem. His crew wasn’t quivering in fear of his commands like usual. Instead, they were whispering about a rumor.

“The Phantom Gunslinger,” muttered Peg-Leg Pete, one of the less imaginative crew members.

“Bah! Ghosts are nothin’ but tales to scare landlubbers!” Redbeard bellowed. But his bravado hid his curiosity.

And then, it happened.

One fateful evening, as the crew hauled treasure aboard after a successful raid, the sky turned an eerie green, and a peculiar figure materialized on the deck. He was tall, draped in a shimmering duster, with spurs that jingled eerily, though he was floating a good two inches off the ground. His face was hidden beneath the brim of his hat, but his smirk glowed like a ghostly crescent moon.

“I reckon this treasure ain’t rightly yours,” the phantom drawled. His voice was a mix of gravel and wind, and every word seemed to echo like a canyon gunshot.

Redbeard was not a man to back down, even from spectral trouble. “What are ye, some sorta oceanic cowboy? This here treasure is mine! Now get off my ship, or I’ll blast yer shiny spurs into the deep!”

The ghostly gunslinger tipped his hat. “You can try.”

Redbeard didn’t like to be challenged, especially not by someone who didn’t look solid enough to take a punch. He turned to his first mate. “Load the cannon, matey!”

The crew hesitated, exchanging nervous glances. Shooting at a ghost felt...ill-advised. But Redbeard’s glare could melt the resolve of a kraken, so they got to work.

With a loud “BOOM,” the cannon fired. The cannonball rocketed toward the gunslinger. The crew collectively held their breath.

And then, whoosh.

The cannonball passed clean through the ghost’s chest as if it were punching through a cloud. It flew out the other side, sailing harmlessly into the ocean, where it landed with a pitiful splash.

The Phantom Gunslinger looked down at the hole in his chest with exaggerated curiosity. Then he looked back at Redbeard and smirked. “That all you got, Captain?”

Redbeard blinked. “What sorcery be this?”

“I’m a ghost, genius,” the gunslinger replied, tilting his hat again. “You can’t hit what ain’t there. But good try. A for effort.”

The crew burst into nervous laughter, and Redbeard’s face turned a shade of crimson that matched his name. “Laugh it up, ya barnacle brains!”

The gunslinger gave an exaggerated bow, his hat nearly floating off his head. “Now, if y’all don’t mind, I’ll be takin’ this treasure. Don’t feel too bad. Happens to everyone.”

With that, he scooped up the treasure chest, though no one could figure out how, given his incorporeal state, and floated over the side of the ship.

As the ghost disappeared into the night, Redbeard clenched his fists and muttered, “Next time, I’m gettin’ a ghost cannon.”

The crew, still chuckling nervously, wisely decided not to comment. After all, what could you say when your captain just got outsmarted by a hat-tipping ghost cowboy?

THE END