"Was she really half his age as well?" Drake asked.
"I'm not for sure...but I know from experiance that it is possible..." Max replied with a smirk. "Anyway, that night, the captain came back to the ship looking considerably pale and sober." Max laughed at the memory. "Turns out, that his girl ended up being a eunich!"
"Jack had a hard time that night. Between trying to think of a good reason we couldn't allow anyone else onto the ship without getting beat up by this tall stranger and the teasing the crew gave him...the night wasn't at all as good as he thought it would be. That's why Jack has nearly always asked if someone was a eunich...one of the reasons at least..."
Drake laughed with her although he didn't quiet understand the story. After a while, Max caught on that he didn't understand and decided not to explain the story in any farther detail.
Max smiled again, "Well, we were able to convince Jack's...partner...that we could take no more onto the ship. We were now heading onward to Singapore with no more and no less than the number of men we already had before."
"What happened in Singapore?" he asked quickly.
Max wasn't sure what happened in Singapore, she was with Feng instead of Jack when it happened. All she knew is what she was able to gather, although there was a possibility that it didn't fit together anyway at all.
A widow wench to marry again vanishing, engaged earlier that very night, but no one saw her again. Strangely, Jack let slip a few lost bets, something that corsettes being too tight after all, and not very much liking that part if Singapore anymore.
She often wondered if Jack had let his mouth slip something about a lady's corsette and some how ended up on the other side of that comment, and the drunk man actually proposing to Jack...and that's why she mysteriously vanished.
Max smiled and lied, "Nothing of interest happened there."
"Then what of the canibals?"
"Ah, yes...the canibals. What did happen with the canibals?" Max asked herself. She was not present for the first meeting of the canibals either.
"Well, off somewhere in the Carribean, there is an island that looks unsettled and harmless. Jack's been unfortunate enough to land on it twice. Each time, however, they clamied him to be their god in human form. Although I am not sure why..."
"Because he is the captain!" Drake insisted.
"Perhaps," Max smiled. "Anyway, in order to release their god, they must cook 'em and eat 'em!"
"Gross!" Drake wrinkled his face in disgust.
Max laughed, "Ah, but that's what a canibal does. But do you know how Jack got out of this situation?" Drake shook his head not wanting to inturrupt the story now. "Well, I'll tell you..." she told him shirfting her weight to sit more comfertably.
"Jack was quick to learn the language they spoke, seeing as his mother was at least partly native herself." she added quickly not sure if it was true. She had only seen his mother's shrunken head on their wedding day, their first and only meeting. "What he did, was tole the natives to check on the crew, and they did. The problem was, he was already tied up and ready to cook, and the wood below him was already slowly catching fire."
Drake gasped as he listened intentfully. "Jack ran, still tied to a stick, he couldn't see where he was going! He ran straight for a cliff!"
Drake again gasped and leaned closer to listen, "Did he fall? Did he die?"
Max wrinkled her brow, "Of course he didn't die..." she laughed. "There was a pile of rocks before the cliff dropped off and he hit it with the stock he was tied to and flipped over the cliff and landed on his feet, safely on the otherside."
This part was a full lie, he fell back, and he was not safe on the otherside either, but it made the story sound better, and it was the way that Jack would have told it.