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Chapter Four: The Lion's Share
Once, way back in PotC: Curse of the Black Pearl land, when Jack was still captain of the Black Pearl, and Barbossa was his first mate, Jack decided to raid a small town. His crew happily agreed.
They made land, and ran screaming throughout the town, tormenting the towns-people and stealing random items. Finally, there was no more to steal, so they hauled it all back to the Pearl.
"'Ow are we gonna divide the spoils?" One scurvy pirate crewmember asked.
"I'll tell ye 'ow we're gonna split it. Make four piles." Jack ordered.
So, the crew made four piles, although they were a bit puzzled.
"The first heapin' pile of glitterin' gold is fer me, since I'm the cap'n of this 'ere ship. The second is mine as arbiter, whatever that means. The third comes to me for my part in the raiding, which consisted of me ordering you around. As for the fourth quarter," Jack said, smirking, "Well, as for that, I'd like to see which of ye will dare ta lay one of yer grimy mitts upon it."
The crewmembers looked at each, then glared at Jack, murder in their eyes. Howling various things, they rushed at Jack.
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That night, the crew mutinied, and marooned Jack on that forsaken spit of land.
You may share the labours of the great, but you will not share the spoil.
Actually, Aesop's moral really doesn't apply here. Because the crew ended up with all the treasure. Oh, well.