Dilemma
A box? Where had it come from? What was inside?
Jack stared at it.
"Go ahead, open it," a voice spoke in his left ear.
"No, don't open it," now it was in his right ear.
"Why not?" He spoke aloud.
"Might be rocks."
"Don't like rocks. They follow us. Course they got us back here," His hands moved towards the box.
"Could be rum."
"Likes rum," His eyes glowed as he touched the lid.
"But what if it's rocks?"His nose twitched. "Why would it be rocks?" His hands pulled away.
"Indeed? Who would leave a box of rocks sitting about? It's rum. Go ahead, open it."
His hands moved closer, touching the warm wooden lid. Slowly he opened it and peered inside.
"Ah, not rocks, nor rum," A smile broke out on his face and he lifted out the gift. "But it is nice," Holding aloft a miniature of the Black Pearl, he sighed in satisfaction and looked up at the waiting eyes of his crew. "Thank you and Merry Christmas all of you. Now, where is that rum? Drinks all around!"