August, 2003.
Isle of Death.
The Black Pearl.
"Okay, here were are," Barbosa said, a bit dully. "The Island of a language that is either Spanish or French, but it means Isle of Death. Now that we have the last piece of gold, for we managed to retrieve it after Shawna threw it overboard, we can end the curse!"
"Yay!" shouted the men.
"As a result, we will be able to die, so our piratical adventures will be much more dangerous and far less fearsome."
"Boo!" shouted the men.
"However, we will be able to eat, drink, and be merry."
"But we'll still die!" shouted the men.
"SO? You'll be able to be physically satisfied!"
"Yay!" shouted the men.
"So, let's go end the curse!" Barbosa roared, and all the men screamed their approval. Elizabeth and Shawna exchanged nervous glances as they were shoved into a longboat and rowed into the cave.
"Bloody hell!" said Shawna when she saw the fabulous wealth arrayed before her. "And they want to be able to die, when they could have all this forever?"
"It seems like such a waste, especially of my life," Elizabeth observed curtly.
"Of LIFE in general." Shawna grabbed a handful of precious gems and stuffed it into her pocket, regardless of the first commandment of Georgian girls' clothing-Thou shalt not be female and have pockets at the same time.
"Okay, here were are," Barbosa said, a bit dully. "The Island of a language that is either Spanish or French, but it means Isle of Death. Now that we have the last piece of gold, for we managed to retrieve it after Shawna threw it overboard, we can end the curse!"
"Yay!" shouted the men.
"As a result, we will be able to die, so our piratical adventures will be much more dangerous and far less fearsome."
"Boo!" shouted the men.
"However, we will be able to eat, drink, and be merry."
"But we'll still die!" shouted the men.
"SO? You'll be able to be physically satisfied!"
"Yay!" shouted the men.
"So, let's go end the curse!" Barbosa roared, and all the men screamed their approval. Elizabeth and Shawna exchanged nervous glances as they were shoved into a longboat and rowed into the cave.
"Bloody hell!" said Shawna when she saw the fabulous wealth arrayed before her. "And they want to be able to die, when they could have all this forever?"
"It seems like such a waste, especially of my life," Elizabeth observed curtly.
"Of LIFE in general." Shawna grabbed a handful of precious gems and stuffed it into her pocket, regardless of the first commandment of Georgian girls' clothing-Thou shalt not be female and have pockets at the same time.