Snake Eyes

"Just what I need" Jefferson, an Officer in the Navy, complained, as he trudged through the soppy ground. It was pouring rain out, but Jefferson couldn't just give up. He was one of those people who, when given a mission, always saw through to complete it. Today was certainly not to be any different.

Luckily, through the thick of it all, the man managed to end up in a old town on his quest. For quite some time, he and his crew were out to sea, searching every port possible. However, there was no one in any port who had seen or heard from the imfamous person to which they were searching.

The town, which Jefferson was in now, wasn't the kind of place where strangers took kindly of men of importance. You could tell from the scathering looks, others would give you, that they would be prepared to shoot you at any given moment. That of course, if these people had the means to kill, and or, were not completly and hopelessly drunk, which most of these men were. The fact that they were drunk, slightly soothed Jefferson, for it meant that he could more safely go through the town. Up ahead was a tavern, where more and more townspeople were headed into, due to the rain. It wasn't particularly inviting looking, but Jefferson took his chances and headed inside.

"I wonder if your in here" Jefferson, muttered to himself, as he took in his surroundings. The place was very distasteful in his opinion. There was a heavy, commingling scent of rum, body odour and a whole bunch of other foul scents. Jefferson didn't even want to contemplate what those other odours were. Every person within the tavern were loud, annoying and very drunk.

Trying to get away from it all, Jefferson found a quiet table away from all the rowdy patrons, and sat down. The wooden table was all beat up, and looked like it hadn't been cleaned in a long time. Jefferson stared at a pair of dice left on the wooden surface.

"Snake Eyes" Jefferson said to himself, rolling a die between his fingers.

He was trying to calm down and figure what he was going to do next when there came a loud gun shot, and the sound of a window breaking.

"Thank you sir, for breaking the window and giving me means to escape. I would of had a hard time of it by myself" came a man's voice.

A rather pudgy man, stamped his foot into the floor and headed toward the where the bar was. Jefferson narrowed his eyes. He passed by many patrons before finally reaching the pudgy man.

"Excuse me, but are you the owner of this place?" Jefferson asked.

"Aye be the owner. What is it that you want?" The owner asked gruffly.

"Are you not to capture that man who ruined your window?"

The owner scoffed. "Not worth to go after Sparrow" he said dryly, before turning away.

It took a moment for the words to sink in.

"You sir, may not want to capture him, but I do" Jefferson told the owner.

"Aye. Ye and every other man who works for the bloody Navy"

Jefferson waved him off and headed for the door. He would get his mission completed if he had any say about it.

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The extra claps of thunder didn't please the Officer, as it went back into the now empty streets. He looked around, but to no avail of finding Sparrow.

"I'll kill that man if it's the last thing I do"