Arr, they challenge be that you writes you a 100-word story using “cauldron,” “shiver,” and “howl.” Here be me story (with help from me matey Pat) and I be sticking to it.
The wolf, the witch, and the cauldron
“EEUW!” The cauldron shivered. “Not eye of newt AGAIN. Totally slimy.” It flipped over and dumped all the eyeballs out.
“Hey,” the witch said, “I needed those for my wolf-repelling spell.”
Bad timing. A wolf burst out of the forest. But as he charged at the witch, his front feet slipped on the eyes of newt. He somersaulted into the cauldron.
“Too bad I’m a vegan,” the witch said. “Although hmm, maybe I COULD go for some wolf stew.”
The wolf shot out of the cauldron and sped off. The witch and the cauldron howled with laughter.
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Stap me vitals, that not be pirate talking but it should oughta be. “Run him up the flagpole” be a perfect punishment for they worstest skulldugger of all time. He lies up there while they Jolly Roger whaps him in his forehead, they seagulls uses his face like as if it be they poop deck, and they rival pirates larfs themselves silly when they spots him with they spyglasses.

Skulldugger #2: Springfoot. Wanted for grand theft of a home run away from the batter.
“Blimey!” That be what everybody sez when the umpire he calls the infield fly rule. Why for? On account of nobody understands they infield fly rule. They just be hoping the other guy does.
If’n the batter he gets too close to the base, they pitcher throws him the swashbuckler that sez to him it sez, “Back off.”