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Pirates of the Caribbean: The Isle of Maratay
1 Skeleton Crew
'...er ...savvy?'
'Brrraa! Nav to the helm, nav to the helm.'
'...Yes.'
'My guess is as good as yours, cap'n, but my guess is that means "lead on".'
'Then that must be my guess too. Excuse me for a moment, mister Gibbs, mister Cotton.' Captain Jack Sparrow turned around calmly and walked a few patient steps and then broke into a run. 'Jack, you give that BACK!'
He chased after the little monkey, who had stolen his hat once more. Jack the monkey leapt onto the netting that led to the crow's nest and shimmied easily up while Jack the man clambered up with significantly less grace. He snatched at the monkey, grazing the hairs of his tail a few times, but being otherwise unsuccessful. The chase led to the highest yard of the main mast; the highest mast, the monkey twirling around the wooden pole with the hat in his mouth, and the captain precariously balanced, holding on with all his might.
'Monkey, that's my hat, and this would be the third time this week you've done this.' He scolded, exceptionally collected considering the situation, though he knew it was just a monkey, if a parrot could understand orders, then a monkey certainly could. 'Mine. Give it.'
The monkey edged slowly away and held the hat out to the wind, an odd monkey smile on his face to taunt him.
Jack lunged at what he thought to be the most opportune time. He got the hat, but compensated his stability to do so. It seemed almost slow-motion as the world turned over before his eyes, and a moment of vertigo overcame him which certainly didn't help his case. Grabbing at what may or may not have been empty air, he made an attempt to right himself. His fingertips brushed against something cool and metallic and he gabbed on with everything he had. Now having a hold, he let the rest of himself fall from the top yard and grasped with his other hand while still gripping his beloved hat. Brief pain went through his shoulders as his fall was suddenly halted, the strain landing solely on his hands and upper back, and his hat was jarred from his hand only to fall over his face.
'Yes, I'm saved!' He applauded himself quietly, his voice muffled because of the hat. He maneuvered his hat back securely on his head quickly with one hand and looked around carefully for his monkey nemesis. His handhold was a grommet fixed on the sail that was about six inches in diameter. As his fingers began to ache, he came to terms with exactly how far it was to the deck, and how likely it was that he'd be able to hoist himself back up onto the yard almost a foot above his handhold. Well, things weren't that bad. Just hanging around. No worries.
He waited.
'Hang on, cap'n! We're getting a net out!' Called Gibbs, who was the first mate, at least for the time being. When he had more than a handful-and-a- half men, some things might change.
And waited.
'Blimey! That won't do. Get a bigger one, ye dogs!'
... and waited.
Jack paid no attention to the crew a hundred feet below him. He was waiting for something else...
Which came.
The wind came a little stronger and filled the billowing sails. He swung forward, towards the sail while at the same time trying to twist to have his back to it. Such a twist caused him to loose his grip sooner than he had anticipated, and he fell no less than fifty feet before he got his desire.
Meanwhile, the rest of the crew on deck watched in horror as Jack slipped and fell, with only the unforgiving deck below him.
No, not only the deck...
His swing towards the outward-billowed sail had been partially successful. The way the sails were filled, Jack contacted the canvas and slid down, slowing his fall somewhat, and letting him have more control over how he'd.. get to the deck. He whizzed down the remaining thirty feet of canvas sail and realized that he wouldn't be slow enough.
Ah, well. The sails too many holes, one more wouldn't be noticed.
In a moment of desperation, he tore his dagger from his boot and rammed it into the sail. He winced at the harsh scream of his blade against the canvas, and to his ears it was only his ship crying in pain. But it did the trick, and he slowed enough to remain more or less unhurt once he reached the bottom yard and fell a further twenty uncontrollable feet.
The crew, in their panic, saw little of their captain's life-saving action, and all stared solemnly at the motionless Jack prone on the deck before them. Much to their shock, he sat right up, brushed off his knickerbockers and examined the state of his hat.
'Captain!' Cried Gibbs, relieved, though oddly reluctant to go forward.
'Yes?'
'Yer alright?'
'Of course I am.' Jack said as though he were talking to Cotton's parrot, or his alter-monkey self.
'It's a miracle worth tellin' stories about...' Gibbs stated with awe, and scratched his head as he looked up at the top yard of the highest mast.
'That it is,' Jack said, standing and putting an arm around his first mate's shoulders. He knew it, they didn't even notice the new hole. Which was kind of sad. 'And I'll be needin' a bit 'o twine so that Monkey can't take my hat again. Not easily, anyway.'
Pirates of the Caribbean: The Isle of Maratay
1 Skeleton Crew
'...er ...savvy?'
'Brrraa! Nav to the helm, nav to the helm.'
'...Yes.'
'My guess is as good as yours, cap'n, but my guess is that means "lead on".'
'Then that must be my guess too. Excuse me for a moment, mister Gibbs, mister Cotton.' Captain Jack Sparrow turned around calmly and walked a few patient steps and then broke into a run. 'Jack, you give that BACK!'
He chased after the little monkey, who had stolen his hat once more. Jack the monkey leapt onto the netting that led to the crow's nest and shimmied easily up while Jack the man clambered up with significantly less grace. He snatched at the monkey, grazing the hairs of his tail a few times, but being otherwise unsuccessful. The chase led to the highest yard of the main mast; the highest mast, the monkey twirling around the wooden pole with the hat in his mouth, and the captain precariously balanced, holding on with all his might.
'Monkey, that's my hat, and this would be the third time this week you've done this.' He scolded, exceptionally collected considering the situation, though he knew it was just a monkey, if a parrot could understand orders, then a monkey certainly could. 'Mine. Give it.'
The monkey edged slowly away and held the hat out to the wind, an odd monkey smile on his face to taunt him.
Jack lunged at what he thought to be the most opportune time. He got the hat, but compensated his stability to do so. It seemed almost slow-motion as the world turned over before his eyes, and a moment of vertigo overcame him which certainly didn't help his case. Grabbing at what may or may not have been empty air, he made an attempt to right himself. His fingertips brushed against something cool and metallic and he gabbed on with everything he had. Now having a hold, he let the rest of himself fall from the top yard and grasped with his other hand while still gripping his beloved hat. Brief pain went through his shoulders as his fall was suddenly halted, the strain landing solely on his hands and upper back, and his hat was jarred from his hand only to fall over his face.
'Yes, I'm saved!' He applauded himself quietly, his voice muffled because of the hat. He maneuvered his hat back securely on his head quickly with one hand and looked around carefully for his monkey nemesis. His handhold was a grommet fixed on the sail that was about six inches in diameter. As his fingers began to ache, he came to terms with exactly how far it was to the deck, and how likely it was that he'd be able to hoist himself back up onto the yard almost a foot above his handhold. Well, things weren't that bad. Just hanging around. No worries.
He waited.
'Hang on, cap'n! We're getting a net out!' Called Gibbs, who was the first mate, at least for the time being. When he had more than a handful-and-a- half men, some things might change.
And waited.
'Blimey! That won't do. Get a bigger one, ye dogs!'
... and waited.
Jack paid no attention to the crew a hundred feet below him. He was waiting for something else...
Which came.
The wind came a little stronger and filled the billowing sails. He swung forward, towards the sail while at the same time trying to twist to have his back to it. Such a twist caused him to loose his grip sooner than he had anticipated, and he fell no less than fifty feet before he got his desire.
Meanwhile, the rest of the crew on deck watched in horror as Jack slipped and fell, with only the unforgiving deck below him.
No, not only the deck...
His swing towards the outward-billowed sail had been partially successful. The way the sails were filled, Jack contacted the canvas and slid down, slowing his fall somewhat, and letting him have more control over how he'd.. get to the deck. He whizzed down the remaining thirty feet of canvas sail and realized that he wouldn't be slow enough.
Ah, well. The sails too many holes, one more wouldn't be noticed.
In a moment of desperation, he tore his dagger from his boot and rammed it into the sail. He winced at the harsh scream of his blade against the canvas, and to his ears it was only his ship crying in pain. But it did the trick, and he slowed enough to remain more or less unhurt once he reached the bottom yard and fell a further twenty uncontrollable feet.
The crew, in their panic, saw little of their captain's life-saving action, and all stared solemnly at the motionless Jack prone on the deck before them. Much to their shock, he sat right up, brushed off his knickerbockers and examined the state of his hat.
'Captain!' Cried Gibbs, relieved, though oddly reluctant to go forward.
'Yes?'
'Yer alright?'
'Of course I am.' Jack said as though he were talking to Cotton's parrot, or his alter-monkey self.
'It's a miracle worth tellin' stories about...' Gibbs stated with awe, and scratched his head as he looked up at the top yard of the highest mast.
'That it is,' Jack said, standing and putting an arm around his first mate's shoulders. He knew it, they didn't even notice the new hole. Which was kind of sad. 'And I'll be needin' a bit 'o twine so that Monkey can't take my hat again. Not easily, anyway.'