Good Enough
by MsBrooklyn
"You guys! It's a pirate and guess what you guys? He's not dead!"
Jack's hands hovered over the treasure on the table, set out on plates and in goblets in front of One-Eyed Willie's rotting corpse like a feast. Where had the loud fat boy come from? He wasn't there a minute ago.
"You guys! Hurry up!"
"Shut up, Chunk -- holy crap! It really is a pirate!" Another boy came up behind the fat one, followed by a girl who Jack nearly mistook for another boy until she opened her mouth.
"It's not a pirate, you morons. There are no pirates in 1987." Her eyes were magnified by the odd spectacles she wore. "He's probably another Fratelli, trying to scare us."
"Oh yeah?" And here came yet another boy. This one had the distinctive look of a wiseass. "We're not scared, are we, Mikey?"
"Nope," Mikey answered, shooting a defiant look at Jack. "Stef?"
"Hell, no," answered the girl. "Chunk?"
"I'm scared," the fat boy said. "I admit it. I've been scared since we left Mikey's house and I have to pee and I'm hungry."
"That's our treasure, mister," the boy called Mikey told Jack, evenly. "We're not leaving here without it."
"And who might all of ye be," Jack asked, stalling. His crew would be here shortly and he could send these kids on their merry way back wherever they came from.
Mikey drew himself up and opened his mouth to answer.