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eight: the black pearl

eight: the black pearl

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EVERYONE HAD RAN toward the shore of the island, Captain Jack Sparrow leading the way of the crew. He had The Black Pearl inside the glass bottle in his hands, telling everybody to be ready. While running, Jack had managed to drop the bottle, resulting in it to shatter into pieces. The ship had started to grow, but to everyone's dismay, the ship was only the size of a toddler.

Iris hadn't managed to hide her laugh, humorously staring at the ship. "That's the infamous Black Pearl?" She questioned.

"Its shrunken," Jack stated in disbelief. "Why doesn't it unstrink? Maybe it's cold."

Barbossa took the ship from Jack's hands. Throwing it into the sea, saying that's what it needed. The ship had sunk, a silence of great disappointment cast through the crew. Until, there was a noise and bubbles surrounding where the ship sunk. The ship rose up from the ocean, extending out to its full length.

Everyone watched in amazement. The ship stood in approbation; raising high into the heavens. Jack and Barbossa laughed in great delight, staring at the ship.

The smile had wiped off Jack's face when he heard a gun being cocked, and seeing the gun being pointed at his head, by Barbossa. "There be room for only one captain," The man claimed. As his monkey had climbed onto his shoulder. Jack stared at the monkey is disgust.

"Time to race the dead."

BARBOSSA HAD TIED Jack up against a pole, resigning him as Captain on his own ship

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BARBOSSA HAD TIED Jack up against a pole, resigning him as Captain on his own ship. Henry, Iris, and Carina were also being tied up against their will.

"I'm so tired of being tied up," Iris grumbled. "Hey, you twat! Don't rip my skin with your dirty rope," The princess hissed at one of Barbossa's crew members. The man smiled apologetically.

"Captain, your map is incomplete," Carina mentioned, squirming from the painful grip of the rope. "I can take us to the Trident if you'd only trust me."

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