The air was full of salt and fish. Vomit was spewed in the streets, with the stentch of rum and grog. Teeth was on the floor due to previous punch-ups. "To the ship!" yelled a sly, violent, grog-loving pirate. "Why is that captain?" asked his first mate.1
"We shall go out on a search for booty!" the pirate bellowed. "You've run out a bar without paying?" asked the inquisitive first mate. "Aye." The two pirates ran, whilst being chased by an angry bartender, armed with a pistol, trying to shoot the unpaying customers.2
The pirates came to the docks and found one of the crew with a barrel stuck on his head. "Steve?" asked the pirte. "Mmmm-hmmm!" The pirate pushed Steve into the icy cold waters. "Mmmmragggh!"3
The two jumped onto their boat, which happened to be a rowing boat. "Set sail for... somewhere... wth free grog!" Steve clambered on board. "Steve, fend them off while we get the boat ready!"4
Steve jumped back on shore and pulled out his sword. "ROW!" bellowed the pirate. "But what about Steve?" asked the first mate. Steve turned around and ran back to the boat. The first mate started to row and sail off.5
Steve came to the edge and jumped, "I hate you! You slimey-!" SPLASH! Steve had missed and fell once again into the icy waters. The pirate stood up. "I think Port Poll has the best rum. Let's go there!" The first mate sighed once again.
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Good except for one typo every things okay. Who is Steve any way? And how did they become pirates? How did they do that into a shop? Sorry for asking for so many questions but I'm just curios. Oh so, I's only a proluge. Are you meaning that davy jones locker is the bottom of the sea? So when Steve jumped down he missed? I'ts good.
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