(Got a special treat for you guys! I'm typing up and posting every single Pirates fic I've written and put in my notebook. I've got quite a few… Why am I doing this? THE DEAD MAN'S CHEST DVD IS OUT TOMORROW!!!!!)
Chapter 3: Calash
Definition of calash: A carriage with low wheels and a collapsible top.
One fine day, Lord Beckett was traveling in his calash.
"Ah, what a fine day! Mercer, turn on some tunes." Beckett demanded, clapping his hands.
Mercer, who was driving, poked the Mapmaker, who was sitting next to him.
Instantly, the Mapmaker opened his mouth and began to hiccup/sing/yodel, "My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard!"
Beckett, caught up in the moment, whipped off his outer clothing layer to reveal his bellydancing outfit. "Yeahhhhh! WARM IT UP!"
He then began to vigorously belly dance, which caused the calash to tip crazily from side to side.
Suddenly, the collapsible roof of the calash collapsed.
Beckett began to sob, for the Mapmaker had stopped singing due to the calash-top collapse.
Jack appeared in a puff of glittery, hot pink smoke. "Oh, bugger. Sucks to be you."
He cackled madly, his authentic rip-off medallion glinting in the sun.
And then he disappeared in another puff of pink smoke.