Still got to chop it down as it is over the word limit, but white fang inpsired me to upload a draught and get soem feedback!
When Jack first mentioned the fabled ‘First Brick’ Gibbs had just snorted in an attempt to stifle his laughter. It wasn’t that the old pirate didn’t believe in the super natural, after spending so much time with Jack he had got used to it, but the tale of the First Brick was one even Gibbs couldn’t bring himself to believe. Supposedly when the world was first built all those years ago one of the founding bricks had been lost and swapped by a block from a different world, not just a different place but an entirely different universe.
The preposterous nature of the story hadn’t discouraged the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow, he was convinced that he knew its location and was determined to travel to that other world, after all as Jack had put it, “what man is more free than one who is not restricted to just one world?”
Although Gibbs still wasn’t convinced he was happy to humour his good Captain for the sake of a good adventure. After assembling a crew the buccaneers set off across the seas. Eventually they arrived at the most unassuming spit of sand in the Caribbean and after anchoring the Pearl, Gibbs rowed a small dingy while Jack stood heroically at its bow. The island was no more than a few metres long with one solitary palm tree at its centre, and there on its side next to the tree was a simple rectangular red block with a flattened cylinder at one end. Jack swaggered up to it and span around, “You were saying Mr. Gibbs.” The old sailor shook his head as his mutton chop facial hair creased into a reluctant smile.
So now here they were, just moments after simultaneously touching the brick, still dizzy from the trip. They both stood up to find themselves below deck on some sort of vessel with a variety of weapons all pointing at them being wielded by strange yellow faced pirates. Jack paused as his eyes darted around taking in his surroundings, then smiled and lent into the barrel of a pistol being aimed at him by the toughest looking pirate, Jack’s hands parted into a half curtsey as he proposed one of the most useful words he knew, “Parley?”
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