The cold wind blew in his face. A young
man, in an open green p-coat with a white shirt under it, and black beany
on his head stood by the wheel. He wore black pants with brown shoes. He
drew in the clean, sea air and leaned over to his first mate. "Pertrow,
Dimitri"
(Hello Dimitri )
Dimitri turned to his captain, and exchanged the greeting "Stratsvetcha, Yakov Ivanovich"(Good day, Jacob, Son of John) Cocdayeelya?" (How are things)
"Neh Karasho" (Not good)
"Yakov?"
" Jack Sparrow"
"Oh..."
~10 Miles south~
The Black Pearl sailed off the coast of Brazil, and was heading for Argentina.
" Lady, and Gentlemen. We are going for a new treasure, well new per say, I stole it some time ago, but hid it there. But we have two et there by tomorrow, so move your assess!"
With his last dramatic hand gesture, Jack Sparrow left his self appointed podium to let his people get started.
They strained, and pulled at the tightened ropes of the old ship, until the masts were to Sparrow's liking.
"Capin''' Sparrow! Ship off starboard! It's a big Russian vessel!"
"Russian? I was so sure I didn't anger THEM!"
The Russian craft was much faster than The Black Pearl, and soon was beside it.
A tall, deeply tanned man in a red coat, and brown pants called out at Sparrow. "I demand... Oh what's the word... Parlay!"
Sparrow cursed inwardly.
Without warning, a large blank dropped from the Russian ship, unto The Black Pearl. "The Captain Yakov Ivanovich presiding!"
The young man in green stepped forward. Without smiling, he offered out his hand, and said "Pertrow Jack Sparrow".
"This is a joke, he is but sixteen!"
The first mate, Dimitri interrupted "Fifteen"
"He is a boy, how is he Captain?"
"Yakov Ivanovich is the single greatest pirate genius in the seas, and the greatest knife fighter in all of Russia."
Jack Sparrow smiled at Yakov in a clearly condescending way "Lets see!"
He whipped out his sword to strike, but his sword was knocked out of his hand by a flying dagger. Before any crew member could blink, three more knives struck out rythmicly. The butt of the first dagger of the three hit Sparrow squar in the forehead, knocking hm down in a sitting position. The second landing deeply in the wood flooring of the ship, just shy of Sparrow's crotch. And the third hit a rope, causing the pirate flag to fall from it's perch, and covering Sparrows head.
Sparrow sat silent for a while, then spoke. "Very well, what's your business?"
Yakov spoke I Russian, and Dimitri translated "I thought you would never ask..."
Dimitri turned to his captain, and exchanged the greeting "Stratsvetcha, Yakov Ivanovich"(Good day, Jacob, Son of John) Cocdayeelya?" (How are things)
"Neh Karasho" (Not good)
"Yakov?"
" Jack Sparrow"
"Oh..."
~10 Miles south~
The Black Pearl sailed off the coast of Brazil, and was heading for Argentina.
" Lady, and Gentlemen. We are going for a new treasure, well new per say, I stole it some time ago, but hid it there. But we have two et there by tomorrow, so move your assess!"
With his last dramatic hand gesture, Jack Sparrow left his self appointed podium to let his people get started.
They strained, and pulled at the tightened ropes of the old ship, until the masts were to Sparrow's liking.
"Capin''' Sparrow! Ship off starboard! It's a big Russian vessel!"
"Russian? I was so sure I didn't anger THEM!"
The Russian craft was much faster than The Black Pearl, and soon was beside it.
A tall, deeply tanned man in a red coat, and brown pants called out at Sparrow. "I demand... Oh what's the word... Parlay!"
Sparrow cursed inwardly.
Without warning, a large blank dropped from the Russian ship, unto The Black Pearl. "The Captain Yakov Ivanovich presiding!"
The young man in green stepped forward. Without smiling, he offered out his hand, and said "Pertrow Jack Sparrow".
"This is a joke, he is but sixteen!"
The first mate, Dimitri interrupted "Fifteen"
"He is a boy, how is he Captain?"
"Yakov Ivanovich is the single greatest pirate genius in the seas, and the greatest knife fighter in all of Russia."
Jack Sparrow smiled at Yakov in a clearly condescending way "Lets see!"
He whipped out his sword to strike, but his sword was knocked out of his hand by a flying dagger. Before any crew member could blink, three more knives struck out rythmicly. The butt of the first dagger of the three hit Sparrow squar in the forehead, knocking hm down in a sitting position. The second landing deeply in the wood flooring of the ship, just shy of Sparrow's crotch. And the third hit a rope, causing the pirate flag to fall from it's perch, and covering Sparrows head.
Sparrow sat silent for a while, then spoke. "Very well, what's your business?"
Yakov spoke I Russian, and Dimitri translated "I thought you would never ask..."
