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Jon Miller
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i still think that it is Jonny
JM
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Jamski
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lol ED&D is officially full PvP LOL
May 2002
time: 05:36
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Chapter 11 - Rearrange My Arse
The votes poured in thick and fast on the weathered head of GJRamsey.
"I'm innocent!" he protested, "You wouldn't hurt an old man would you?"
But it was too late. The townspeople and his fellow crewmen were determined to see another death that day.
They dragged GJRamsey to the townsquare and put the rope around his neck.
"Wait!" cried the aged pirate, "Wait, for the love of God!"
"Too late, you murderer," replied Jonny, "You'll hang with the rest of them!"
"But I can read that treasure map!" exclaimed GJRamsey, "I helped Black Cap'n Jake to bury it, fourty long years ago, when I were just a cabin boy."
Jonny relaxed his hold on the rope.
"Spit it out, ye son of a cur!" he snarled.
GJRamsey explained how the map worked. The map had been cut in half for a reason! The cut was one line across the map, and the coastline the other. Where the two crossed... there was the treasure of Black Captain Jake, scourge of the seven seas...
"Well," said Jon Miller, "Now we won't be needin' ye anymore, and there'll be only the more loot fer us lads!"
"Aye," said Pave, "Hang the bastard."
So GJRamsey was hung by the neck until he was dead.
* * * * *
The next morning the pirates set to work, with the aid of the four remaining islanders, to repair the Apolyton.
"We'll be comin' with ye," said Spaced Cowboy.
"Aye," said Chaunk, "This island ain't so friendly anymore."
Once the ship was afloat, the skeleton crew sailed her slowly along the coastline, with Jonny consulting the map every few hundred yards. Suddenly he shouted.
"Here boys!" his voice rang against the cliffs, "Here's the place!"
They rowed ashore and started digging in the place Jonny indicated. Within minutes the sand gave way to hard wooden chests, hundreds of them. They opened a couple and walked around in amazement. They were rich. Wildly rich.
It took nearly the whole day to finish loading the Apolyton, but at around sunset the ten survivors hoisted the sails and left the Island of Death behind them. The last sight they saw was the dead bodies of GJRamsey, GhengisFarb, Joncha, Rasputin, Alva, Tuberski, Ljcvetko, Vovan and Boshko swinging from the gallows on the cliff tops of Port Grog.
Jonny stood on the poop deck, with the Black Duke's hat on his head, fingering the blond wig in his pocket he had taken from GJRamsey. He shrugged and threw it overboard, where it was soon lost beneath the rolling waves.
Epilogue
Captain Jamski carefully stepped over another dead body. After the short fight the smaller ship was practically a slaughterhouse.
"Are there any survivors?" he demanded.
"Only the cabin boy," replied his mate, "And he only repeats the words Island o'Death over an' over, sir."
"Who were these men?" wondered the captain, "Why had they fought so bravely to defend this rickity patched-up old hulk? Where had they come from?"
"Captain!" called his mate from the ship's hold, "Yer should come an' see this sir!"
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The gold was too much to carry on a long ocean voyage. The Black Pig was riding low in the waves. Captain Jamski checked his charts.
"We'll land here," he said, pointing at his map, "And unload the gold there. We'll bury it and come back again later when the hold is empty."
His finger rested on a small island with one town. A town called Port Grog.
Three miles astern of the Black Pig a young boy floated alone in the ocean, clinging to a scrap of wood with the single word ...olyto... stencilled on it. He was laughing.
The End
-Jam
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Zopperoni
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Well done, mateys.
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18-05-2004 20:11
i hate docpiles.....
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