Will could not take it any longer. He and the rest of the crew were at the local arcade. Of course after he had refreshed their minds of his bewildering DDR abilities, everyone felt obligated to take him on. It went well for the first hour or so.
Jack was a cinch; as always he was too drunk to blink. Elizabeth did alright, but she was too slow. Norrington was flat out worse than Jack. Jack the monkey just didn't comprehend taking his own turn, in other words he tried to dance at the same time as Norrington, and was quickly disqualified. They kept trying. One after another, growing more and more frustrated. Finally, Barbosa stepped forth. Will remembered it like it was two hours ago.
"This old dog be sick of this stupid game. I'll do away ye, and then let's play something else." Is the threat the crusty pirate who's grammar was impaired spoke. Little had Barbosa anticipated that he would love winning this game. Will had lost the first round miserably. Barbosa had shrugged and let another match slip for the sake of competeting. The others cheered Barbosa's name. People from far off places journeyed to see the fierce dancing of chaos. At present, Will and Barbosa were the center of entertainment for well over, three-hundred-thousand people, and Will was taking a break at the sports bar nearby.
"You know it's not so bad." Came a warm voice. Will turned to see Jack the monkey sitting beside him. "It's not like you're fighting a bunch of undead pirates. It's not like your owned by undead pirates."
Will then cried.
To be Continued