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Chapter 1
Jack groaned. He had a splitting headache, a payback for getting drunk the night before. He rolled over in bed, intending to sleep off the pain. Just as he was getting comfortable a voice spoke, sending searing bolts of pain through his throbbing head.
"Excuse me," said the voice. "But could'st thou tell me where I am?"
'What kind of question is that?' wondered Jack grumpily. 'And why is there someone in my cabin?'
Jack sat up, trying to ignore the rush of pain to his splitting head. In the middle of his room stood a man who looked absolutely terrified. The man was dressed in bright pink breeches and a yellow waistcoat. Jack decided that the man didn't have a very good sense of fashion.
"What the bloody hell are you doin' in my cabin?" Jack asked crudely, trying to be polite and failing miserably.
"Oh, this is your room . err, cabin? I'm sorry, but I don't know what I am doing in your room either, and I was hoping you could explain that to me." The man spoke with a strange accent and looked to Jack as though he was about to piss in his pants from fright.
'Idiot,' thought Jack. He decided that the man probably had mental problems. But there was something he couldn't figure out .
Jack stood up. "How the bloody hell did you get on my boat?"
"Oh," said the man, sounding quite hysterical now. "Is this a boat? I didn't know. Just tell me how to get back to Ilyria, and I'll be out of here faster than you can say . say . Well, I'll get out of here really fast."
Jack rolled his eyes. "First thing, mate, I have absolutely no earthly idea where Ilyria is, and second thing, we're out in the middle of the ocean, more than 200 miles away from any piece of solid ground. You're not going anywhere very quickly. Savvy?"
The man's eyes rolled up and he fainted dead away.
'Hmm,' thought Jack. 'Bit of a wus, really.'
He picked up the man, which was not very hard, seeing as he was slight of figure, and put the man on his bed. "Strange," muttered Jack. "How could he have gotten on the Pearl? He must 'ave stowed away in the hold, but that's very queer. Me an' my crew have been on the Pearl two weeks straight now without going near shore, and we haven't seen nor heard anything to suggest a stowaway. That's very strange indeed ."
Chapter 1
Jack groaned. He had a splitting headache, a payback for getting drunk the night before. He rolled over in bed, intending to sleep off the pain. Just as he was getting comfortable a voice spoke, sending searing bolts of pain through his throbbing head.
"Excuse me," said the voice. "But could'st thou tell me where I am?"
'What kind of question is that?' wondered Jack grumpily. 'And why is there someone in my cabin?'
Jack sat up, trying to ignore the rush of pain to his splitting head. In the middle of his room stood a man who looked absolutely terrified. The man was dressed in bright pink breeches and a yellow waistcoat. Jack decided that the man didn't have a very good sense of fashion.
"What the bloody hell are you doin' in my cabin?" Jack asked crudely, trying to be polite and failing miserably.
"Oh, this is your room . err, cabin? I'm sorry, but I don't know what I am doing in your room either, and I was hoping you could explain that to me." The man spoke with a strange accent and looked to Jack as though he was about to piss in his pants from fright.
'Idiot,' thought Jack. He decided that the man probably had mental problems. But there was something he couldn't figure out .
Jack stood up. "How the bloody hell did you get on my boat?"
"Oh," said the man, sounding quite hysterical now. "Is this a boat? I didn't know. Just tell me how to get back to Ilyria, and I'll be out of here faster than you can say . say . Well, I'll get out of here really fast."
Jack rolled his eyes. "First thing, mate, I have absolutely no earthly idea where Ilyria is, and second thing, we're out in the middle of the ocean, more than 200 miles away from any piece of solid ground. You're not going anywhere very quickly. Savvy?"
The man's eyes rolled up and he fainted dead away.
'Hmm,' thought Jack. 'Bit of a wus, really.'
He picked up the man, which was not very hard, seeing as he was slight of figure, and put the man on his bed. "Strange," muttered Jack. "How could he have gotten on the Pearl? He must 'ave stowed away in the hold, but that's very queer. Me an' my crew have been on the Pearl two weeks straight now without going near shore, and we haven't seen nor heard anything to suggest a stowaway. That's very strange indeed ."