It was morning in Port Royal. The butcher was butchering, the baker was baking, and the grosser was grossing. And, as usual, the British Royal Navy was parading around Port Royal waving the Union Jack, because they always do that! Anyway, it was Banana Day! What kind of bananas? Imported bananas! However, not amongst them were Murtogg and Mullroy, the designated guards of the new, swift ship, the Enterprise. Mullroy was still not himself, and Murtogg was about to comment on this, when a black clad figure strode up the dock towards the Enterprise. His hair was gray and scraggly, and he had an odd decayed look about him. He had not taken more than a few steps onto the dock when Murtogg and Mullroy thrust their bayonets in his face.
"This dock is off limits to civilians," said Murtogg.
"I'm terribly sorry, I didn't know," said the black clad man. "If I see one, I shall inform you immediately."
He attempted to pass, but Murtogg and Mullroy blocked him again. The man in black looked thoughtful.
"Apparently there's some sort of high-toned and fancy to-do in town. How could it be that upstanding gentleman such as yourselves did not merit an invitation?"
"Someone had to make sure this dock stays off limits to civilians," again stated Murtogg. Then a look of comprehension dawned on his face. He turned to Mullroy. "Haven't I said that before?"
"You know what? I was thinking the very thing!" responded Mullroy. "Actually, this whole conversation seems very familiar."
The black clothed, decaying man (oh, we'll just call him the "man in black," as in "galaxy defender." Though, being an antagonistic character, it's not likely he's be defending anything, much less a galaxy) interjected."
"Actually, due to the writer's lack of ingenuity, we are, essentially, reliving a scene that previously occurred, except for the substitution of the antagonist, so to speak."
"Oh, well thanks!" said Murtogg.
"Ah well, I do have my moments, but now, I'm afraid, I must resume character. Ahem, 'stand aside you blooming cockroaches!'"
"But I just said, 'This dock is off limits to civilians!'"
"Well," said the man in black (who, by the way, smelled like apples. Ha! Hint hint, eh?) "I'm disinclined to acquiesce to your request." Before Murtogg and Mullroy could stop him, he dashed past them onto the Enterprise with a "means no."
"Hey! You!" cried Mullroy. "You don't have permission to be aboard there mate!"
The man in black smirked. "No really, I think I do."
"What's your name?" asked Murtogg.
"Jones, or Jonesy, if you like."
"What's your purpose in Port Royal, 'Mr. Jones,'" inquired Mullroy.
"Yeah, and no lies," said Murtogg.
"Well, then I confess. I've come to find a long lost family member of mine. And pillage and plunder, I guess."
"I said no lies!"
"I think he was telling the truth," responded Mullroy.