The ship needs a name. . . yep. . .
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Jack eagerly bent over a map and started to measure lines with a compass. "Where's the measurements?" Not THAT compass.
"Um, Jack?" Elizabeth interrupted. "You're putting hole in your map."
Jack looked up with no sign of concern. "Quiet, Zero! I'm contemplating." He stared at the hole-ey map a bit longer before saying, "Where's Will?"
Elizabeth sighed. "Well," she answered with a tinge of annoyance, whatever GAS LEAK is on the Black Pearl-"
"Orange Diamond," Jack corrected.
"Whatever. It's gotten to Will."
"What d'you mean?"
"He's on deck staring at a can of orange juice."
"But that hasn't been invented yet," Jack pointed out.
"It said 'concentrate.'" Elizabeth finished.
The captain stroked his braided beard. "Well then, the only answer, of course, is to attack the Omlet."
"The what?" Elizabeth asked though she was afraid to know the answer.
"Barbossa's ship, woman! Haven't you been paying attention!?" Jack shouted. His eyes drooped as if he were tired.
Suddenly, Jack fell to the floor, asleep.
"Jack?" Elizabeth cautiously poked the captain.
Jack sat up immediately. "MY TREASURE!" he yelled.
Elizabeth blinked in confusion. 'Am I the only one who's not going to go crazy?' she thought.
(Meanwhile on deck. . .)
Will stared at the orange juice. "This is stupid," he said. "Why on EARTH am I doing this?" He picked up the can and tossed it overboard. "Well, that's that."
As he watched the orange juice sink to the ocean floor, his eyes saw a person sitting under the water. . .with cannons strapped to his bootstraps.
~To Be Continued~
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Jack eagerly bent over a map and started to measure lines with a compass. "Where's the measurements?" Not THAT compass.
"Um, Jack?" Elizabeth interrupted. "You're putting hole in your map."
Jack looked up with no sign of concern. "Quiet, Zero! I'm contemplating." He stared at the hole-ey map a bit longer before saying, "Where's Will?"
Elizabeth sighed. "Well," she answered with a tinge of annoyance, whatever GAS LEAK is on the Black Pearl-"
"Orange Diamond," Jack corrected.
"Whatever. It's gotten to Will."
"What d'you mean?"
"He's on deck staring at a can of orange juice."
"But that hasn't been invented yet," Jack pointed out.
"It said 'concentrate.'" Elizabeth finished.
The captain stroked his braided beard. "Well then, the only answer, of course, is to attack the Omlet."
"The what?" Elizabeth asked though she was afraid to know the answer.
"Barbossa's ship, woman! Haven't you been paying attention!?" Jack shouted. His eyes drooped as if he were tired.
Suddenly, Jack fell to the floor, asleep.
"Jack?" Elizabeth cautiously poked the captain.
Jack sat up immediately. "MY TREASURE!" he yelled.
Elizabeth blinked in confusion. 'Am I the only one who's not going to go crazy?' she thought.
(Meanwhile on deck. . .)
Will stared at the orange juice. "This is stupid," he said. "Why on EARTH am I doing this?" He picked up the can and tossed it overboard. "Well, that's that."
As he watched the orange juice sink to the ocean floor, his eyes saw a person sitting under the water. . .with cannons strapped to his bootstraps.
~To Be Continued~
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Guess who? Longer chapter too! Yay for us!