Adventure first or tea before the adventure?? Asked the Mad Hatter?

There once was a dragon which lived in a cave. Actually, a shape shifter named Liz. She was a beautiful human and wonderful colored dragon. The problem, of course, was size and height of this pretty creature of divinity. She was only over 13 inches and when a dragon is that small... Why sometimes a person is at fault calling a dragon a lizard, you would know. As for her large cave, it was really more of a hole in a treasure box where she kept her treasure. Now one knows that treasure of a dragon is gold. The idea being worth something. The problem, of course, is a small dragon gold coin and such were about as big as her hands. So she collected jewels, diamonds and such. That was where Ender the pirate and crew came in. Being sold a book of maps at a used bookstore and being well drank rum until drunk rum from Chuma rum by the local bar keep. Being told of a fierce dragon and gold hoard on the isle of “Dragon” Ender, the pirate was off to swipe some gold from said pretty little dragon.

So on this fateful day, Ender braved the isle of the dragon. What did he find? A lizard. She was cute. And she could change the like stories into a beautiful lady. The problem was, she was a pixie dragon. A snap dragon. Meaning? She was like the size of a doll. Lovely never the less. She was deeply sad. Evidently the legend of dragons etc. Had left her without a friend or any company for some time. Ender the pirate recently planning on becoming a cook promoted to captain of the Black Skimmer. Devised a plan. He parleyed with the pixie named Liz short for Lizard evidently. Ender called her Bonita. Which cheered her up immediately. Why?

If you knew who or whom Ender or Clint or Clinton or Claw or Talon used to play with, you would realize that he had style. A charm. A way to be who he was letting other be whom they were and well live happily content knowing that each other existed not for a solo purpose of usage. But as a friend. Ender had a dangerous habit. He was a friend. To even the soulless. Which made him something of a person to hang around when drinking, and you want to confess something dark and stupid. Because as a friend, unless you were hurting someone. The past was the past. And his ears had heard so much he worried about reality.

That day Liz confessed why her parents had abandoned her. She was too small. Her father, a dragon of some princely realm, had drank a shrinking potion. Where exactly? Evidently upon hearing the tale it was in Wonderland. Then getting drunk with the Mad Hatter had an affair with a fairy snap dragon. And the thus she was. Small. Ender thinking told Liz a story. To Liz: Which she listened too:

Wonderland? Why, yes, I have been there. It is off the coast of Never-land, a sort of between Oz and Katmandu, however, on the Chinese side, not the Nepal side of the Tibetan hiding place of the garden of paradise near the ocean.

Few people realize that in England with the assumption that Alice was English that small portals or wrap hole or rabbit holes lead to the tunnels that crisscross Europe leading to many places in the world and elsewhere.

Any ways, Charles Lutwidge Dodgson talk with great-great Uncle Richard Francis Burton lead to his rather oddity book about a place that great uncle Burton talked about during the night tea.

Uncle Burton talked about how h and a madman that made hats for a living once fell through a hole following a historical piece stolen by what only he could describe was a fast moving bunny rabbit which he never caught.

The hat maker in one of uncle Burton’s they gave many tales the name of Gregor MacGregor after a discussion that he never was sure his proper name but that how as a hat maker was for sure. The title unofficial or not was part of the real tale told by uncle Burton when he would take a shot of whiskey.

There was this map. Which was the special historical piece which was stolen yes,? The map that could take people's cross time, space, and supposedly worlds. The mad hatter MacGregor had stumbled upon this map during his conquest of the republic of Poyans.

Just where had the map come from? Who knows, however, uncle Burton told how titling MacGregor pirate or cacique of Poyans had at one time pirated a Spanish ship that had treasures coming from Europe to Venezuela.

One had to ask uncle Burton was he sure that the ship was not coming from South America to Europe. Or why would Spain send treasure to South America? Whiskey tell tales and you have to verify and wonder about them. No. Uncle Burton was sure that MacGregor had said they bound the ship to Panama City. A catholic cardinal or some chief official carrying books, maps, and to a pirate very little useful spoils to be spent.

Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes. The dream. Or was this the dream? Dreaming is awful sorrowful these days. Watching the end of time. The wheel has spun out of control and watching time spin backwards billions of years people forget. Pray for peace. Anyway, with a twinkle in my eye, I am not there anymore. Humor a map. Yes, yes, that was where this story was supposed to go.

Ender after telling her that story. He had found that map in a bookstore a long time ago. And knew of a potion that would make her big again if she would join the crew. She agreed. Ender however told the tale of how he had joined Pal de Rio in a time different that time: In memory of pirates.. here and there.. On 13 February 1963 Paul del Rio at the age of 19 was the leader of a Venezuelan revolutionary group of the Armed Forces of National Liberation that seized the Venezuelan cargo ship Anzoategui in the Caribbean, to overthrow the president Romulo Betancourt. Involving 25 men we hauled the ship off to Brazilian coast evading both the Venezuelan Navy and the U.S. Navy. That in a library which had kept the diaries of Richard Francis Burton in the maps of where they were going.

Ender drank some more rum giving Liz some to.. Soon, the whole crew Claw, Squirrel, and Raccoon joined in singing with Liz the lizard dragon about their coming adventures.