Days passed and Inigo was finding the job of being the Dread Pirate Roberts harder and harder all the time. It would have been worse if it wasn't for Fezzik.

You see, here's how it would happen: One of the ship's crew would spy a boat off in the distance then a cry would go out among the men that they had found their next victim. Inigo would then take the spyglass and peer through it at the ship floating blissfully unaware on the horizon. Now there is a boat full of men, he would think, and a lot of those men probably have children, do I want to be responsible for a lifetime of suffering for those children? Like the lifetime of suffering I had after my father's death? No, I don't think I do. So he would make an excuse, any excuse, "the wind is with them, they will outrun us", "they have more cannons than us, they will overpower us" or, "I know that ship, it belongs to my Uncle".

After a few months the crew were beginning to think that the Dread Pirate Roberts was not all he that was cracked up to be, in fact, he was starting to look a lot like a fraud. If it wasn't for the giant they might have thought about a mutiny sooner.

Inigo and Fezzik sat together one night in the Captain's cabin by the light of a few candles.

"Fezzik, I don't think I am cut out for this pirate business," said Inigo, unstoppering a bottle of rum. The only good thing about being a pirate was all the rum.

"What do you mean, you are a great captain, we haven't sunk once," said Fezzik, patting him gently on the shoulder in a reassuring way.

"Yes, but, I am the Dread Pirate Roberts now and that means I'm supposed to leave no survivors, to take any ship that comes in my path, and so far I haven't killed one man, not one single man."

"But Inigo, I do not think it is right to kill innocent people, maybe you are a better Pirate than you think."

"But the men are getting impatient, not only have we not killed anyone but we haven't got any gold and the cook tells me that we are running low on grits and corn."

"I don't like grits and corn anyway."

"Me neither," said Ingo and he smiled, a good smile, something Fezzik hadn't seen him do in a long time.

Fezzik stood up and hit his head on the ceiling.

"I also don't like these rooms," he said, stooping so that he could fit, "I haven't been able to stand up straight for days."

"You don't have to stay you know Fezzik, you can leave if you like."

Fezzik's eyes would have filled with tears were he not a pirate now and forbidden from such a display of weakness.

"You don't want me as your first mate anymore?"

"No no, of course I do, but I just thought, maybe you aren't having the best time, that's all."

"Inigo, what if you get sick again? Who will look after you?"

Inigo smiled again, but this time it was a sad little smile, "you will."

"Until we get to… Brazil."

Inigo laughed a little and Fezzik left in high spirits, glad that he could be of help. Inigo looked to his rum bottle.

The next morning Inigo had made a decision. Unfortunately it didn't matter because the crew had tied up Fezzik in his sleep with the thickest rope they could find (I think it may have come from the anchor) and were waiting for Inigo with their swords drawn when he emerged from his cabin.

It was also unfortunate that the only weapon in his hand was the empty rum bottle which was hardly a substitute for his father's beautiful sword. Though, to be fair, he disarmed a couple of men with it before they took it off him, tied him up and sat him back-to-back with his first mate.

Then they got out the plank.

"I'm sorry Fezzik, this is all my fault," Inigo said, hanging his head in shame and letting his hair fall in front of his dismal face.

"I really wish I had some… salt," said Fezzik, trying once again to make the captain smile.

"I wish we never took on this damn job," Inigo said, with a bit of a sniff.

"For my corn on the cob."

"Fezzik this is serious, they're probably going to make us walk the plank."

"Plank, plank, better than a trip to the bank!"

"Fezzik!"

"I'm sorry Inigo, I was just trying to cheer you up."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"So what's the plan?"

"I have no head for strategy, we need Westley, we need the man in black."

Westley, for the record, was at that moment being told by his wife that they were going to have a baby. He would not be coming to anyone's rescue.

"Can you not think of something?"

"Do you, by any chance, know where my sword is?"

"It's in my belt."

"What?"

"I sharpened it for you yesterday remember, I was going to give it back to you this morning but, well, I haven't really had a chance what with the mutiny and all."

"Can you reach it at all?"

"Maybe," he said and started to squirm, had he squirmed earlier he probably would have avoided a lot of the morning's problems.

No one has yet succeeded in tying up Fezzik the giant.

"Here you go," he said, handing the sword to Inigo after cutting his bonds.

"Fezzik," said Inigo, "I love you."

And with that they launched an all-out attack on the crew who were swiftly overwhelmed.

Once they were all safely locked in the brig Inigo and Fezzik dropped the ship off in Guilder and started their long walk to Poplin where a quaint little farmhouse awaited them.

Their greatest adventure had not been left behind on that ship, oh no, it had followed along beside them, holding onto their hands.