"Captain," said Gibbs, approaching Jack Sparrow warily. The man hadn't had rum in quite a while. "There's a pirate ship pullin' up alongside of us."
Jack didn't appear to be paying any attention when he had started speaking, but now he snapped to attention. "Can you make out a name?"
Looking just behind Jack, Gibbs could make out a name. "The Revenge, sir."
"You're right," the captain said. "Probably is Barbossa."
"No sir," Gibbs said just as a voice from the Revenge bellowed, "Surrender! I am the Dread Pirate Roberts, and there will be no survivors!"
Jack chuckled. He, surrender or face death? Neither was a likely option. And certainly not to a bloody Spaniard. He'd never heard of this Dread Pirate Roberts, even. Jack told him so.
On the other ship, Inigo Montoya was crestfallen. Never had anyone refused to surrender to him immediately. This would require more planning than usual. If only Vizzini were there.
No, he corrected himself, if only Westley were there. He had a great gift for strategy.
Well, the obvious move was to take the initiative and board... the Black Pearl. Inigo took a second look. Was that really what the ship was named? Apparently.
The distance between the two ships was so close, the swordsman could easily jump it.
He promptly did.
Landing with a grunt, Inigo quickly sprang up and threateningly pointed his sword at Jack Sparrow's chest. "I am the Dread Pirate Roberts. You have insulted my name. Prepare to die."
Jack gleefully drew his sword and parried Inigo's first blow. At last, a real opponent! Not like Turner. Stupid blacksmith. Jack didn't cheat.
The duel was thrilling, taking the pirates all over the ship: on deck, below deck, up into the rigging.
Damn, the pirate was good, Inigo observed. He switched to his right hand. The tide turned in his favor.
"Grandpa, hold on," a thunderous child's voice exclaimed. "Let me turn off the Pirates of the Caribbean music off. Then you can start reading The Princess Bride."
"All right, all right," the grandfather said, "keep your shirt on."
Inigo and Jack halted and stared at each other in confusion. The epic tune that had filled their ears while they were battling was indeed gone.
"Now, where were we?" the grandfather spoke again.
"The battle between Inigo and the man in black," the child replied.
As the old man began reading, Jack looked around to see that the "Dread Pirate Roberts" had vanished. He shrugged.
"Another one off to the Locker," he said glibly, stealing a bottle of rum from his first mate's hands.
Maybe he'd simply hallucinated the whole thing. It was possible. Bloody rum.