Pirates in Oz
Pirates in Oz (1931) is the twenty-fifth in the series of Oz books created by L. Frank Baum and his successors, and the eleventh written by Ruth Plumly Thompson. It was illustrated by John R. Neill.
Plot
Peter returns for a third time, washing up on the Octagon Isle after a shipwreck. He joins King Ato, who has been abandoned by his subjects, and Captain Samuel Salt, who has been abandoned by his crew of pirates. Together, they sail on the Nonestic Ocean (which surrounds the landmass of Oz and its neighbor countries).
Meanwhile, Ruggedo, the deposed Gnome King, is back. He had been cursed with loss of speech by a magical "Silence Stone" at the end of his previous appearance in The Gnome King of Oz, and is scraping out a living as a peddler and beggar. He decides to answer an advertisement for the position of King of the Land of Menankypoo, whose people are also mute. These people demand "a dumb king" and Ruggedo meets this requirement. While serving as king, he recovers his ability to speak, joins forces with an ambitious magician, and also becomes leader of Captain Salt's mutinous pirates and Ato's rebellious subjects. He trains these followers into a military force, and attempts once again to conquer Oz.
Podcasts:
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by Shook Ones
Birds On Ice
by: Shook OnesGood enough isn't ok when you're attempting
to maintain this paradigm of trying to make waves
Reset the bar and how would you measure me then?
Would you see six years of riding any wave that happened to make sense?
Has self preservation made me dull?
Cause when I count how many days
that I wanna get back it makes me think of someone said
That Charlie waits for no one
Broken down in this old trend of ordinary men
An ediface of artificial weight and
Design that demonstrates only one thing
I've sat at the tip of gaining clear sight for my entire life
Has self preservation made me slow?
Cause when I count how many days that I'm obsessed with,
it makes me think of someone said
That Charlie waits for no one [x4]
From hot soup at ten of two to Marylyns last light during the evening news
What did she think she was going to do tomorrow or next weekend?
Merry are those who have never been close to the thought