Pirate Stove

"Your story is about a pirate in a storeroom kicking a stove"

'Challenge accepted'

There's a lone pirate sitting on a crate in the backroom of a restaurant, He'd been sitting there for a while and he decides he needs to walk around. He starts pacing the storeroom, his wooden peg-leg creating a dull thunk with every step. The pirate stops to inspect a stove, It's an old style gas stove the one that needs to be ignited by hand. He looks around and finds a box of matches, lighting one and turning the dial at the same time. The quiet Hissss of the stove is lost to his battle worn ears. He brings the match to the stovetop and smiles with satisfaction at the audible whoompf! of the gas igniting. He starts to pace again, but he stubs his toe on the stove. The pain envelops his one good foot and he hops around on his peg-leg trying to soothe the pain with the random jumping dance. Eventually he turns his menacing eye to the stove, and begins to viciously kick it with his wooden limb. The stove rattles and the metal grill from the lit stove pops out of place and onto the pirates leg, he thinks nothing of, because he cannot see the flaming piece of food on the grill. His leg goes up in flames, He panics, scrambling around and waving his leg all over the place. Spotting a bucket of mop water, he hops over to dunk the fake leg in quickly. He tries to lift his leg, but it's become stuck to the water bucket.

To this day, he paces the storeroom, his bucket-leg creating a sharp Clank! with each step.

I wrote this in 42 minutes at 4:18 A.m, Judge me as harsh as possible.