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Chapter Two: Parlay?
The rum runners looked up and saw Jack. They were none to pleased to see someone on
the island where they kept the rum. "Who the bloody hell are you," shouted one of the sailors.
"Who am I?" Jack looked at the rum runners as though they were stupid. "Why, I'm
Captain Jack Sparrow."
"Never heard of you," said the sailor who shouted earlier.
"Never heard of me!" Jack looked at them in shock. "What the hell do you mean you've
never heard of me?" By this time the sailors had left the rowboat and ware going towards Jack.
"'Cause I've never heard of ye mate. Now, what in the blazes are you doing here?" The
sailors continued coming towards Jack, taking out their pistols and aiming at him.
"Par-la-loos – parten – partner-," Jack was trying to remember the right word.
"Parlay?" suggested a sailor.
"That's the one! Parlay."
"Parlay! I hate that word." The sailor looked around at his fellows. "Can't we just kill
him?"
"We've got to follow the code," argued another sailor.
"Damn the code to hell," cried an annoyed sailor.
"Just take the fool to the captain. Captain Jabba will deal with 'im."
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Trouble's Notes:
Yes we know that the Rum Runners aren't pirates. On the next chapter it'll all make sense. Or at
least a bit more sense. Oh, and Captain Jabba is not a huge slug, he is a human.
Chapter Two: Parlay?
The rum runners looked up and saw Jack. They were none to pleased to see someone on
the island where they kept the rum. "Who the bloody hell are you," shouted one of the sailors.
"Who am I?" Jack looked at the rum runners as though they were stupid. "Why, I'm
Captain Jack Sparrow."
"Never heard of you," said the sailor who shouted earlier.
"Never heard of me!" Jack looked at them in shock. "What the hell do you mean you've
never heard of me?" By this time the sailors had left the rowboat and ware going towards Jack.
"'Cause I've never heard of ye mate. Now, what in the blazes are you doing here?" The
sailors continued coming towards Jack, taking out their pistols and aiming at him.
"Par-la-loos – parten – partner-," Jack was trying to remember the right word.
"Parlay?" suggested a sailor.
"That's the one! Parlay."
"Parlay! I hate that word." The sailor looked around at his fellows. "Can't we just kill
him?"
"We've got to follow the code," argued another sailor.
"Damn the code to hell," cried an annoyed sailor.
"Just take the fool to the captain. Captain Jabba will deal with 'im."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Trouble's Notes:
Yes we know that the Rum Runners aren't pirates. On the next chapter it'll all make sense. Or at
least a bit more sense. Oh, and Captain Jabba is not a huge slug, he is a human.