Pirates of the Carribean: The Path to Darkness
Chapter 2
Apon arrival on the ship, they were ushered into the captain's office.
On every wall there were maps. Maps of everywhere; Europe, the Carribean, the Americas, Australia; many of which they doubted even existed.
"Now lads, you two must be brothers. You're the spitting image of each other." began Jack.
"Yes. May I ask what you plan to do with us?" asked Bonne.
"Yes you may ask. You will come with us to Port Royal. I must hear about where you come from. You don't just pick up an accent like that." said Jack taking a shotting a glass of rum.
Both Bonne and Tate turned pink.
"Well..." Tate stammered. "We're from Holland."
"Thats what my man Anaconda suspected. He took your jacket which I have right here, young Tate. Now I'm pretty smart but what on earth does this say?" Jack said holding up the jacket so that the lining was visible.
Tate cleared his throut. "It says Mein livling, Hollande. And that is the Flag of the Netherlands. It means My Dear, Holland. "
Bonne shot daggers at Tate. "What is that doing here?"
"I found it when we left and I liked it."
"Thats a political slogan you apicop (Dutch)." Bonne frowned.
"Well, I still like it."
Jack was still sitting behind his desk and looking up at them and when they noticed this, they immediately sotpped jibbering.
"Well as fascinating as that is..." Jack paused to gauge their responses "you two should go now and get some rest."
"May we go and get our vittles from our boats?" asked Tate stupidly.
"I'm afraid its a little late for that. We are a sail. But I had one of my men get them for you. I must ask you one more question. How does this work?" asked Jack holding up the astrolobe.
Tate smiled "This is an astorlobe. You can find out your position by the stars with this thing." he began.
"We better get some sleep." Bonne inturupted "Once you get him started on this thing he can go on for hours." Bonne whispered to Jack.
Chapter 2
Apon arrival on the ship, they were ushered into the captain's office.
On every wall there were maps. Maps of everywhere; Europe, the Carribean, the Americas, Australia; many of which they doubted even existed.
"Now lads, you two must be brothers. You're the spitting image of each other." began Jack.
"Yes. May I ask what you plan to do with us?" asked Bonne.
"Yes you may ask. You will come with us to Port Royal. I must hear about where you come from. You don't just pick up an accent like that." said Jack taking a shotting a glass of rum.
Both Bonne and Tate turned pink.
"Well..." Tate stammered. "We're from Holland."
"Thats what my man Anaconda suspected. He took your jacket which I have right here, young Tate. Now I'm pretty smart but what on earth does this say?" Jack said holding up the jacket so that the lining was visible.
Tate cleared his throut. "It says Mein livling, Hollande. And that is the Flag of the Netherlands. It means My Dear, Holland. "
Bonne shot daggers at Tate. "What is that doing here?"
"I found it when we left and I liked it."
"Thats a political slogan you apicop (Dutch)." Bonne frowned.
"Well, I still like it."
Jack was still sitting behind his desk and looking up at them and when they noticed this, they immediately sotpped jibbering.
"Well as fascinating as that is..." Jack paused to gauge their responses "you two should go now and get some rest."
"May we go and get our vittles from our boats?" asked Tate stupidly.
"I'm afraid its a little late for that. We are a sail. But I had one of my men get them for you. I must ask you one more question. How does this work?" asked Jack holding up the astrolobe.
Tate smiled "This is an astorlobe. You can find out your position by the stars with this thing." he began.
"We better get some sleep." Bonne inturupted "Once you get him started on this thing he can go on for hours." Bonne whispered to Jack.