Pirates of the Carribean: The Path to Darkness
Chapter 3
"Time to get up!" Anaconda shook the two boys.
They groaned as the light reached their eyes. It was still morning. They were down the island and stopped near Port Royal.
"Gather your things and get in a boat." Anaconda pointed to the small crowd of boats in the water. They were rowing into Port Royal.
Bonne and Tate sat next to each other in a row boat with three other men. They rotated rowing, but when Tate went to sit down, Jack said "Nonsense child, you can't row. We want to get in before it becomes dark again." Tate, stunned, sat back down in the stern.
"Wouldn't want to make those soft hand rough would we." joked one of the crew. They rest of the men laughed.
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They walked along the fresh boardwalk of Port Royal. It bustled with people. Many young men like them. A unusually large number of young men like them.
"Well mates, this is were we part for now." said Jack, slapping Tate on the back.
Bonne and Tate looked up at the grinning pirate with black braids and gold teeth.
"I hope you finally make something of yourselves now that you're away from home. Savvy?" said Jack "And remember me, Captain Jack Sparrow."
Jack strolled away, grabbing a lady every now and then and pinching money as he headed for the nearest tavern.
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Walking along the bright building and now on the cobblestone paths. A man in a red army coat came up to them.
"Well lads, you sure are going the wrong way." he said.
"What do you mean?" asked Bonne.
"The Academy is back that way." he said pointin to seven o'clock.
"The Academy?"
"Well you must not be from these parts, but why else would you be here? Every young man is heading for the Academy now. Let me take you there."
Bonne and Tate shrugged their shoulders. "Lets check this out, we can always get out of it." whispered Bonne to Tate. Tate nodded his head.
"I am Leuitenant Lewis." Dramatically introduced the rather large and graying man in the red jacket.
"I am Bonne, and this is my brother Tate." trying to hold himself from imitating the Leuitenant, introduced Bonne.
"Well you two sure are a looking nice n' strong. I'm sure you'll get in easily. But just a question. Where are yous fellows from?" he asked.
They sighed. "Dutch Carribean." answered Tate, no smile.
"Oh, of course. Its the accent. You spend enough time in this joint and you'll all be a talking like the likes of me."
"Good." Bonne forced a fake smile. "Great."
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The Academy was a large stone colonial building and was part of the military fort of Port Royal. They were applying for a military Academy.
Chapter 3
"Time to get up!" Anaconda shook the two boys.
They groaned as the light reached their eyes. It was still morning. They were down the island and stopped near Port Royal.
"Gather your things and get in a boat." Anaconda pointed to the small crowd of boats in the water. They were rowing into Port Royal.
Bonne and Tate sat next to each other in a row boat with three other men. They rotated rowing, but when Tate went to sit down, Jack said "Nonsense child, you can't row. We want to get in before it becomes dark again." Tate, stunned, sat back down in the stern.
"Wouldn't want to make those soft hand rough would we." joked one of the crew. They rest of the men laughed.
----------------
They walked along the fresh boardwalk of Port Royal. It bustled with people. Many young men like them. A unusually large number of young men like them.
"Well mates, this is were we part for now." said Jack, slapping Tate on the back.
Bonne and Tate looked up at the grinning pirate with black braids and gold teeth.
"I hope you finally make something of yourselves now that you're away from home. Savvy?" said Jack "And remember me, Captain Jack Sparrow."
Jack strolled away, grabbing a lady every now and then and pinching money as he headed for the nearest tavern.
---------------
Walking along the bright building and now on the cobblestone paths. A man in a red army coat came up to them.
"Well lads, you sure are going the wrong way." he said.
"What do you mean?" asked Bonne.
"The Academy is back that way." he said pointin to seven o'clock.
"The Academy?"
"Well you must not be from these parts, but why else would you be here? Every young man is heading for the Academy now. Let me take you there."
Bonne and Tate shrugged their shoulders. "Lets check this out, we can always get out of it." whispered Bonne to Tate. Tate nodded his head.
"I am Leuitenant Lewis." Dramatically introduced the rather large and graying man in the red jacket.
"I am Bonne, and this is my brother Tate." trying to hold himself from imitating the Leuitenant, introduced Bonne.
"Well you two sure are a looking nice n' strong. I'm sure you'll get in easily. But just a question. Where are yous fellows from?" he asked.
They sighed. "Dutch Carribean." answered Tate, no smile.
"Oh, of course. Its the accent. You spend enough time in this joint and you'll all be a talking like the likes of me."
"Good." Bonne forced a fake smile. "Great."
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The Academy was a large stone colonial building and was part of the military fort of Port Royal. They were applying for a military Academy.