(Okay, we seem to have gotten off of the subject of "ping pong"…. But never fear! They shall return to their game! Eventually. Once they're done running around the place. XD By the way… I'M EXCITED! I'm going to see Pirates AGAIN for the SIXTH time this weekend! Maybe tomorrow/grooves to the Kraken song/)
Chapter 4: Crazy Jack
As they all bounded/waddled towards Jack, they noticed something.
Jack was chanting.
"Great oogly-moogly!" Excalimed Davy Jones. He gestured for Clanker (who had been there all along, hidden in the shadows, but had not been mentioned because I only became obsessed with him two weeks ago) and Maccus to come over. When they got there, he leaped onto their shoulders.
"Comfy?" Clanker muttered, shifting around to form a 'chair' for Jones. Obviously his captain had done this before.
"WHAT WAS THAT!" roared Jones, turning his head completely around twice.
Clanker shut up, looking a little freaked out by Jones's owlish head-twisting. "Er, nothing, captain." He stammered, chomping on a piece of bubblegum.
"Good." Jones chirped. "Now, everyone… CHARGE!"
So they did.
They all rushed straight at Jack, arms outstretched. Pintel and Ragetti were supporting each other, hobbling along quite slowly.
It was then that it happened.
Jack stopped chanting, and stared straight at Norrington.
"COWABUNGA!"
Jack's howl/yodel/opera/screel echoes through the room like a pistol shot. Which is a hard thing to make your voice sound like.
"I feel… cold." Barbossa gasped, stopping in his tracks. He clutched a hand to his chest, and collapsed to the ground. A green apple rolled out from under him. (Get it? Pistol shot/thinks self clever/ XD)
Everyone rolled their eyes. Barbossa thought Jack's voice had been a real pistol shot.
Of course he had…n't. XD
What Jack had really done was place an ancient surfer-dude curse on them.
None of them could move.
"MUAHAHAHAHA!" Cackled Jack, the tiara glinting blindingly. "Ye all be at my mercy now!"