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Visiting your grandparents for a week, when your grandfather's painting comes to life and draws (YOU) into the world of "Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl" incidents. Along the way you encounter charming rogue spirit Capt...
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This Chapter Is Entirely Your POV and Most Scenes Are Not In The Movie.
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HOW COULD THEY possibly ever persisted to never eat in entire day?
I situated behind the stall, not too far from Jack's table. Looked desperate, until my stomach make a dying whale sound and all I got is drooling into a man who's eating his scraps food behind me.
With only a liquor in whole day? Seriously? I squinted my eyes.
Of course, we're in the movie for crying out loud...
I leaned my cheek on my hand in despair. All of a sudden, I noticed Jack walked upon here with a dish. Iwidened my eyes in relieved. Oh, thank God...
"Well?" I asked.
"Quartermaster will be recruiting a crews. We'll have it on morning."
I pretended to be impressed, "Great!"
"Well," He lifted his rum, "Fancy a drink?"
"Food will do, I rather." I retorted. He handed the plate to me.
I pulled out the plate from his hands and situated back. I have never said a word but start eating. Not complaining if it's leftovers, but heck I'm awfully starving.
God, I didn't know Tortuga has a great cook...
Then I stopped for a moment, I whirled around and found he's staring at me.
Until I recall my manners. "Thank you."
Jack didn't say a word. I returned eating, but it still awares me he kept staring. When I looked, he pretends to be drinking his rum.
I blushed. It occurred me to speak again, "You looked famished. You could join with me, you know..."
I handed him the plate, offered him to eat. "I thought you wouldn't leave me any." He perched behind me and took a bite.
I grinned, suddenly I looked around. "-Wait, where's Orlando?" I asked.
"Orlando, who?" He furrowed his brows, "Friend of yours?"
"-I mean - Mr. Turner." I winced.
"Don't mind him, he's a bit of a stick. He'll be on the ship now."
