Chapter Eight

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"Yeah, on a donkey?" "No! There's no donkey!" I said, frustrated. "Well, then how do you breed them?" He asked. "Allow me to simplify this equation. Give me the map... or I will kill... him. I'll kill him," Jack said. "Really, Jack? You'd kill your own nephew?" I asked. "Go on then. You're bluffing," Corina said. "And my wife's blushing. Aww, have you forgiven me, darling?" Jack asked. "No!" I yelled.

"Throw him over," He said. "Come. Come on," Pike said. "Come on," Scrum said. "Come on. Come on," Cremble said. "We call this keelhauling. Young Henry will be tossed over... and he will be dragged under the ship," Jack explained. "All right. What are you waiting for?" Corina asked. "Uh, he doesn't appear to be..." "Zip, zip." "Nope, not bluffing, me. He's trying to say something. No, no, we don't have any food aboard. Sorry," He said.

"If he's lucky, he'll drown before the barnacles shard him to ribbons," Gibbs said. "Barnacles?" Corina asked. "Like a thousand knives across your back." I said, cringing. "Course the blood attracts sharks," Jack said. "Sharks?" She asked. "Shark off the bow!" "I would say that swimming is no longer his primary concern," He said. "The map is there!" Corina said.

Hello everyone. Here is the latest chapter of my book. This chapter is dedicated to Hermionejgranger14

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