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"Arrrr ... my ship", Alfredo screamed, when he realized, that
his sloop was stolen. "Gibbs!? ... Gibbs!? ... Where the parrot
are you ...!?", he shouted. Gibbs was Alfredos Quarter Master
and personal alcoholic he used to win "Rum Drinking Contests".
Two days ago they anchored in a little costal town named
"Enganchado a los piratas", which can be roughly translated
to "Hooked on Pirates". Alfredo walked along the docks,
searching for his mate. Suddenly he spotted him, sleeping next
to a box and some barrels. "Mr. Gibbs, any particular reason
about why my ship is gone?", Alfredo asked his Quarter Master.
He responded tiredly: "The ship? We're on the ship.". Alfredo
felt weird, he heard the exact same dialogue somewhere.
Probably a Déjà-vu again. Suddenly Gibbs jumped up and
screamed: "Alfredo! The ship's gone". The captain rolled
with his eyes and sarcastically responded: "Really? Not shit
Blackbeard?". Alfredo had a Déjà-vu again. After both calmed
down, the two companions went back into town to gather their
crew of 20 and to think about, how they could get a new ship.
Maybe they could steal one ... or ... there might be a generous
pirate in the town of "Enganchado a los piratas" who could give
Alfredo some shiny coinsto buy a sloop. But for now ... let's get
some rum. |
