Indiana Jones and the Wrath of the Pirate King

1956 San Fransisco

Indiana Jones, the archaeologist adventurer, has been given a call by one of his old colleagues, Dr. Pleiston, who has recently been studying an old Pirate legend of the Pirate King. Indy, seeking something to do on his shore leave, was getting ready to leave when another friend Mac suddenly turned up on his doorstep, knowing all too well that Indy was about to go looking for lost Pirate treasure...

An Unexpected Visitor

"Ello' Jonesy!" a voice crept into the now fully open door, along with a chilly winter breeze.

Indiana, with a confused look on his face, faced the man who was now standing on the dirty doormat.

The man was wearing brown leather boots, long brown pants covered in a layer of dry mud, a dark dirt coloured jacket covering an almost unnoticable cream top and an almost so big it's scary, winning smile.

"Mac, what are you doing here. I was just about to leave... Wait a minute, don't tell me. You're here because John (Dr. Pleiston) told you I might need help, aren't you?" Indy said, finally realising why Mac had a large suitcase put down outside the front porch.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world Jonesy, heh heh! I 'ope ye' ready to go, it's an 'ell of a long way to go from 'ere," Mac excitedly said, jogging up to his case which was waiting patiently near a shrub plant.

"Hang on Mac, I didn't say I wanted you to come on this and... Well I've already got... You haven't got the slight... Oh alright! You can tag along, but this'll be the last time. Just let me grab my hat."

Indy then walked back into his living room and eyed down objects across his desk until he spotted a brown fedora hat hung up on a small rack, in an inverted position.

Indy walked up towards the 'black as tar', desk with piles of junk mail and unmarked homework stacked up on top.

"Oh, looks like I've got a lot of work to do when I get back. Hopefully this won't just be a short trip like the last one," Indy told himself with an uneasy look wiped across his face. Then he picked up his hat and headed for the door.

" 'Urry up Jonesy, we'll miss our boat ride," Mac said with an impatient look whilst tapping his feet in rhythm.

Indy turned back to the living room and glanced at an old photo of Marion Ravenwood at a younger age. She just stared back with an arrogant smile.

"Sigh. Alright, lets go," Indy grabbed his case as they both left out of the front door and with a small bang and a few clicks, the house went dead silent.

A pitch black, 50's style car awaited, parked on the curb of the street with a man in the driver's seat.

"Hey Mac, why did you want to come anyway," Indy asked looking at the excited man, who had just opened the door of the black car and was now hopping into the back seat with his case (despite the awkwardness).

"Um... Well Jonesy, I guess I just wanted to go on another little trip, you know, see the world eh. Anythings better than staying in the city of complications in the bloody freezin' winter," he replied with what appeared on Indy's face as a story checked out to his standards.

"Okay, I suppose you're right. It's quite a nasty winter and I suppose I could use your help," Indy agreed sounding slightly sappy. Mac continued to maintain a winning smile on his face as Indy finally got in and closed the door shut with a grunt.

"I'm getting too old for this job."

After Indy's final comment, Mac nudged the driver and with a nodd, the car began to leave.