During a skirmish, our anti-heroes were sucked into the void of the Bermuda Triangle…
With one eye, Captain Redbeard stared across the table. “Life was simple before I battled ye two. Only Imperials and Islanders to contend with.”
Captain Barbossa grimaced. “I blame Jackie.”
Jack Sparrow grinned. “I blame the Bermuda Triangle. Time to be rolling the dice so I can be getting back to my rum, savvy?”
The three stared down at the odd game. A tiny pirate ship with four planks jutted above shark infested waters. A red figure lay on the blue plate while a yellow figure stood at one plank’s edge. On another plank stood a white figure.
Jack grabbed the abnormal die and rolled. It bounced erratically, landing yellow up. Grumbling, Barbossa knocked his yellow figure off the plank. While Redbeard sighed, Jack secretly palmed the strange die.
Suddenly, a doorway appeared in the void. The sounds and smells of the ocean wafted in.
“You have fun, mates!” Jack shouted as he dashed to the portal. As the two pirates rose to their feet, Jack dove, head-first. A soft splash was heard as the doorway disappeared.
“This isn’t the end, Sparrow!” Redbeard spat.
Barbossa’s eyes gleamed with malice. “I’d pray he drowns, but he’s got the devil’s luck!”
The two looked at each other and nodded. As they turned to the table, they saw the game had changed. A board with curved track on it lay next to a booklet that read “Race 3000.”
“No!” groaned Redbeard. “Not this accursed game. It don’t make sense!”
“Aye, it’s why we left it for last,” Barbossa said quietly. “It’s not even piratey”
Redbeard nodded as he grimaced. “Let’s get on with it so we can leave this hellish place!”
Barbossa murmured, “At least one of us.”
Edited by SilvaShado, 07 July 2011 - 09:50 PM.