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Chapter 3: Night-Time Rendezvous
Jack walked to an old inn on the other side of the town. The inn was dingy and populated with many crude and uncivilized characters. Twenty wooden bar-tables littered the room. At the far end of the room, a creepy old man beckoned for Jack to join him.
"Captain," the man greeted in his raspy voice of the man who had been following Will around. "Did you do what I asked?" the man queried once Jack had sat down at the table.
"I-"Jack started, but was cut off when the barkeep came by with two ales. Once the man was gone, Jack finished his sentence. "I gave them the gifts, but don't you think you should tell Will. He saved my life, I can't betray him."
"I understand."
"Well, I helped you, now it's your turn. What can you tell me about The Patriot," Jack asked, whispering the last words so everyone else in the bar wouldn't hear them. The Patriot was a Pirate ship that ransacked British Navy ships and other Pirate ships, and gave the loot to the American revolutionaries.
"What makes you think I know anything about that ship?" the mysterious man asked nonchalantly.
"Come on, don't pull my strings. Rumor has it that The Patriot has been seen in Caribbean waters. I can't take that chance. Besides, everyone knows you're the captain."
"Shhhh. That's false, and don't spread it around. If anyone thought that I was its captain, they'd tar and feather me. All I can tell you is that the rumors are true. She's been spotted in Tortuga, but I don't know anything else. Now, you should get back to your men." The creepy old man then raised himself from his chair and exited the inn.
In the far corner of the bar a pair of men exchanged dark looks as the man left the room. They had been listening to the previous conversation.
"Well, well, the Captain of The Patriot. I think the captain would like to meet him," the tall scrawny man said manically to his short stumpy friend. The two then slunk out of the bar after the man.
"Hey there Billy, we've been looking for you," the short man, called Toadie, taunted the old man. "The Captain wants to talk to you." The two men drew their swords to threaten the old man. "You're coming with us."
"I don't think so," Jack said, coming to his friend's rescue. "Do you really want to do this?" he asked as the tall man, Safin, moved toward Jack. "You're loss." Jack's sword was immediately in his hand. The two sparred, while Toadie and the old man fought. In the end, Jack and his mate walked away victorious, leaving the two losers unconscious on the ground.
"The captain's not going to like this," Safin said once him and his friend had woken up. "But we'll get him next time."
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