His gilded tongue and charming nature wouldn't be able to save him, this time. Though this did not stop him from trying.
"'S alright… Ol' Jack's not tryin' ta hurt ye…"
Ears flicked back dangerously.
Jack's face fell. He held his hands out in front of him, open palms facing forward, "Easy…"
A front foot pawed the ground, the animal's head lowered. A low bleat pierced the air.
"Oh bugger."
The goat charged.
Jack whirled around and broke into a run, arms flailing in front of him.
The animal had already closed the gap between them. It lowered its head, ready to attack.
Jack let to a yelp when the goat head butted him directly in the arse, sending him flying forward, face first into the dirt. He heard the patter of many feet, closing in. He raised his head slowly. Surrounded. He was surrounded.
"What the bloody hell is that noise?" Theodore looked up from the paperwork in his hands, glancing around.
James's brow furrowed, hearing the odd noise, too. He looked around. His eyes fell on a familiar leather hat hanging from a fence post.
Good Lord, what has he gotten himself into this time?
They walked towards the fence, the odd sounds growing louder as they neared. They came to a stop as they reached the low gate of the pen.
"Are those… goats?" Theodore narrowed his eyes as he leaned forward, unsure if what he was seeing was real.
"So it would seem."
Theodore sighed, "Shall we get him out, Sir?" He asked, wondering how Jack Sparrow managed to get himself into this mess.
"In a moment. I want to solidify this in my mind forever."
"It was an ambush, I tell you! They were coming from all sides!" Jack wailed, waving his arms around dangerously.
"But why were you in the goat pen in the first place?" Andrew asked through his laughter.
Jack opened his mouth, but stopped. He thought for a moment. "That, me friend, be a very good question."
"Only you, Jack Sparrow."
"Speakin' of interestin' questions… Lemme tell ye about the time…"
