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The shriek of a seagull alerts him. Soft Caribbean breezes fill the black sails. Waves crash against the hull. The chase, ever familiar stirs him. His blood begins to race. What adventure lies ahead?
A tug at his sleeve and a voice, soft and sweet disturbs his reverie. He frowns; who dares to disturb him? He looks down into the angelic face of a girl.
"Grandpa? Momma says supper's ready. Got to come in now."
Ah, yes. He grins and slowly rises, his old joints protesting. The excitement fades but the memories linger. He's still Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy?