The salty spray of the sea brushes the side of Captain Jack Sparrow's
face as he docks at Port Royal.
"Well, Mr. Gibbs, what a lovely day to catch up with old friends!" Mr.
Gibbs, an old, traditional pirate, has always been there for his captain;
but he feels a stir in the wind.
"Cap'n! I don't feel right 'bout this, there could be that blasted Navy
out to get us at any time."
"Not to worry Gibbs, 'ol pal, I got it all under me control."
The dock keeper recognizes Jack and greets him, "welcome back to Port Royal, Mr. Smith! It shall be 3 shillings like last time I s'pose?" "Um, right..." * mumbles under breath * "gibbs, ol' chap, can you spot me 3 shillings, just to...erm...borrow?" "Aye, Cap'n!"
"Mr. Smith" pays the man, and then (for the second time) spots his money bag, just lying around, pick it up, and...doesn't intend to give it back. Jack jauntily strolls up to the Turner's luxurious home and rap's on the door 3 times. "Who may I ask is calling?" asks a familiar man's voice inside. "An old friend, savvy?" replies the smooth-talking pirate. "JACK?!" "One of the same."
Will opens the door so quickly; he almost knocks over an art piece entitled The Black Pearl. Jack saunters in; and, seeing Will for the first time in a while, is amazed at how he looks in fine clothing. He is shocked to see him in a dressy coat and the whitest breeches he has ever seen; but is extremely glad Will isn't donning one of those pompously disgusting wigs. "Will, you really can clean up" "Um...thank you?" replies Will, "Would you like to sit down?" Jack seems to be glad not to have to wear one of the wigs himself (he can't get his mind off of them!) as he sits down to talk to his old friend, "Young Mr. Turner, I have a proposal for you." "Why, Jack, I'm flattered; but you see, I am already married," jokes the blacksmith. Jack chuckles appreciatively, "I see you haven't lost your sense of humor. Anyways, I need your help to find the 'The Treasure of Anne Bonney'. You see, Anne Bonney was an infamous female pirate, she left behind only one treasure, in the caves of Miertesaad. It is a treacherous place, and I need a mate I can trust. This treasure has only ever been sighted in the imaginations of the most imaginative captains. I know you and Elizabeth are well off, but wouldn't you rather not have to rely on the Governor's fortune?" "Will you let me think about it?" Will asks, hoping that Jack understands what he is asking of Will.
The dock keeper recognizes Jack and greets him, "welcome back to Port Royal, Mr. Smith! It shall be 3 shillings like last time I s'pose?" "Um, right..." * mumbles under breath * "gibbs, ol' chap, can you spot me 3 shillings, just to...erm...borrow?" "Aye, Cap'n!"
"Mr. Smith" pays the man, and then (for the second time) spots his money bag, just lying around, pick it up, and...doesn't intend to give it back. Jack jauntily strolls up to the Turner's luxurious home and rap's on the door 3 times. "Who may I ask is calling?" asks a familiar man's voice inside. "An old friend, savvy?" replies the smooth-talking pirate. "JACK?!" "One of the same."
Will opens the door so quickly; he almost knocks over an art piece entitled The Black Pearl. Jack saunters in; and, seeing Will for the first time in a while, is amazed at how he looks in fine clothing. He is shocked to see him in a dressy coat and the whitest breeches he has ever seen; but is extremely glad Will isn't donning one of those pompously disgusting wigs. "Will, you really can clean up" "Um...thank you?" replies Will, "Would you like to sit down?" Jack seems to be glad not to have to wear one of the wigs himself (he can't get his mind off of them!) as he sits down to talk to his old friend, "Young Mr. Turner, I have a proposal for you." "Why, Jack, I'm flattered; but you see, I am already married," jokes the blacksmith. Jack chuckles appreciatively, "I see you haven't lost your sense of humor. Anyways, I need your help to find the 'The Treasure of Anne Bonney'. You see, Anne Bonney was an infamous female pirate, she left behind only one treasure, in the caves of Miertesaad. It is a treacherous place, and I need a mate I can trust. This treasure has only ever been sighted in the imaginations of the most imaginative captains. I know you and Elizabeth are well off, but wouldn't you rather not have to rely on the Governor's fortune?" "Will you let me think about it?" Will asks, hoping that Jack understands what he is asking of Will.