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Chapter Three: The idiots learn they aren't Pirates
The traders stashed the rum in a small room hidden beneath the sand. "Sure wish I'd
known about that before," Jack grumbled, wistfully looking at the stash of liquid.
They pilled back into the boat, pistols constantly trained onto Jack, who starred back at
them.
Once on board, they escorted him, via gunpoint, to the starboard side of the ship.
Standing in front to them was a man who was clearly the captain of his vessel.
He was decked out in fine material, fingers weighed down with rings and a silver buckle
across his waist. A jeweled ring glittered from his left ear as he surveyed Jack with a cunning eye.
"What's this? Jack Sparrow, ain't it? What're ya doin' on my ship?" He turned a beady
eye to the sailors who had brought Jack onboard. "What's he doin' here?"
"He's gone and said 'Parlay!'" the sailor whined.
"Parlay?" the captain roared. "What do you think we are? This ain't a bloody pirate
ship!" He swung out an arm, knocking the sailor over. "You were an idiot when I picked you up
and you still are today."
He turned to Jack, a none too friendly a grin on his face. "It's my cursed kind heart,
Jack," he said, eyes glinting. "I takes on these poor lads, give's 'em a trade, but fools will remain
fools, ay Jack?"
"And fools are cheap labor," Jack added, his face expressionless.
"Aye, Jack Sparrow." He said with a smug grin.
"It's Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please," Jack said. "How is it you know me? I don't
remember you, and one would think I would remember an outfit like that."
Newt's Notes:
Sorry about the chapter length but it probably won't change for a while. We will update often to
make up for it.
Trouble's Notes:
We're writing this together and we swap the notebook every page or so, so it's kinda hard to
make long chapters. Sorry.
Chapter Three: The idiots learn they aren't Pirates
The traders stashed the rum in a small room hidden beneath the sand. "Sure wish I'd
known about that before," Jack grumbled, wistfully looking at the stash of liquid.
They pilled back into the boat, pistols constantly trained onto Jack, who starred back at
them.
Once on board, they escorted him, via gunpoint, to the starboard side of the ship.
Standing in front to them was a man who was clearly the captain of his vessel.
He was decked out in fine material, fingers weighed down with rings and a silver buckle
across his waist. A jeweled ring glittered from his left ear as he surveyed Jack with a cunning eye.
"What's this? Jack Sparrow, ain't it? What're ya doin' on my ship?" He turned a beady
eye to the sailors who had brought Jack onboard. "What's he doin' here?"
"He's gone and said 'Parlay!'" the sailor whined.
"Parlay?" the captain roared. "What do you think we are? This ain't a bloody pirate
ship!" He swung out an arm, knocking the sailor over. "You were an idiot when I picked you up
and you still are today."
He turned to Jack, a none too friendly a grin on his face. "It's my cursed kind heart,
Jack," he said, eyes glinting. "I takes on these poor lads, give's 'em a trade, but fools will remain
fools, ay Jack?"
"And fools are cheap labor," Jack added, his face expressionless.
"Aye, Jack Sparrow." He said with a smug grin.
"It's Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please," Jack said. "How is it you know me? I don't
remember you, and one would think I would remember an outfit like that."
Newt's Notes:
Sorry about the chapter length but it probably won't change for a while. We will update often to
make up for it.
Trouble's Notes:
We're writing this together and we swap the notebook every page or so, so it's kinda hard to
make long chapters. Sorry.