Jacky Tar

Not getting the answers he'd hoped to get, from Tia Dalma, Jacky pulls out his trusty Magic 8-Ball. "Is Tia Dalma a pirate?" Turns over the ball ~ ~ 'Signs point to Yes' ~ ~ "Will Tia Dalma give anyone a straight answer?" ~ ~ 'Reply hazy, try again' ~ ~ "Can Tia Dalma give the exact location of Inigo's ship? ~ ~ 'Don't count on it' ~ ~ "Will pirates keep comin' to Tia Dalma's thread?" ~ ~ 'Without a doubt' ~ ~ Not happy with these answers either, Jacky drops the 8-Ball and goes to look for a Ouija board.

Jacky walks by hummin', 'How much is that doggie in the window...'. "As fer yer signature, Herselfness, 'Women who behave... rarely make history!' If ye quit cuttin' history class fer fencin' practice, ye would have made it. (History that is!)

Would a shortman due... an thar be no charge! (Bad joke, but most of mine arrr.)

Aye, I've heard the same applies to sorcerouses. So let us choose t' die when we are very old and leave behind worn out corpses. Fair winds and following seas, Jacky Tar

How do ye stay young? Is it wit' potions or conjurin'? What could we trade ye for turnin' back the clock ten years or more? Yer humble servant, Jacky Tar

Jacky and Pepe are outside the pub, and peeking in through a window. Jacky is furious by what he sees. He knows that if they are to have any chance rescuing Rosie, they must do it before Elvira and the others return. "Pepe, the one near t' the bar looks like she could be yer child!" "Dat es Izzie, an she could be mio." Jacky looks quizzically at Pepe. "Boss, de ex Señora Montoya, hab apetitos. One day she try a leetle Pepe, nueve months later, ello Isadora!" "Pepe, look Rosie's captors arr gettin' sleepy!" The two sneek in through the back door of the pub. The Montoya children, are snoring. Jacky unties the almost unconsious Rosie, and carries her from the Pub.

Pepe enters the pub and sees the former Señora Montoya and her children. "¡Dios mío! I mus warn de Boss, the black widow an her cheeldrens is here! Heem will nos wad to do."

Jacky is in the corner of the pub humming, 'On the Road Again'. Pepe walks over to Ransom to explain his nickname. "Is true, Ransom. I was small boy an bery skinny. All de peons calls mi 'Leetle Pepe'. A man day call de Coche comes to de village, and sez he can make me the Big Pepe." "So, I trains wid de Coche, and I get bery strong. But I aim still not bery big, so the Coache he say I need de esteroides. De Coche give me de juice, an I train harder." "I get big, like de Governator of Cali-for-ni-a, but mi package it is historia!"

"Pepe say, False" Pepe replies, "Falsie, dat what I say." "Pepe say, Foredeck... wait no belay that! When referin' t' False Ransom just say, Ransom." Pepe replies, "O'ky Boss, butt dat lady don even need a jogging bodice." "Pepe, make yer self scarce."

"Short answer, Nope!" Jacky wakes to the sound of running water; which is odd because the pub doesn't have plumbing! "Ray, I need some rhum t' sober up, what did Rosie put in that drink?" Jacky surveys the pub and sees Siren asleep curled up behind the bar. He turns to Pepe. "How long have I been out?" Pepe says, "Jou been out along time boss, Falsie Ransomebody come thru and she tink she mees another party!"

Pepe steps into the pub, to check on his new boss. Who is asleep at the bar. "Jou wrong Falsie Ransome, the fun as jou call it, is just begun! Let me esplain... No, it take to long, let me sum up. There goin to be more bar room brawls, marital mishaps, and sunk sheeps then jou can shake a steek at! Jou can count on dat."

"Say good-nite boys! Oh yeah, before ye go who got the bottom bunk?"

Jacky looks over The Rent A Peon agreement. "Rosie, I'll give ye four weeks in advance; but this is a slave free port, I have t' pay Pepe. So let my accountant crunch some of the numbers and ye have a deal!"

"Boys if'n ye could quit arguin' wit yer self fer a minute, I'm tryin' to listen t' Rosie! Por favor, take it outside."

Jacky sips his drink and listens to Rosie who is faced with many problems, including Inigo's long term unemployment, no one to pick the crops, and the cost of a start-up business (the Pirate Hunter franchise). She is a women without means of support. Rumba has offered to let her dance on the bar. But Rosie knows she needs a plan to make a steady income. "I know a free drink, even one this good, is never free. What do ye want from ol' Jacky?"

Jacky just turns and walks away.

What are you babbling about now! I didn't put words in Sirens mouth or Joaquin's mouth. I was hoping Joaquin would create some funny dialog and escape, not time warp! I was glad to see Siren join the chase. Please, quit trying to explain everything! Or acting as the pub monitor! You want in so bad, create your characters and start typing, and don't tell us it's you.

It was not Jacky's intention to catch Joaquin; he had hoped to track him and discover more about the sunken galleon. But, now what to do with him? He didn't expect Siren to join the chase, either; but she proved she was a good tracker and now may-haps a little more interested in gold. "Joaquin, the way I sees it, yer lucky it was us that caught ye. If'n Rosarita caught ye she'd whip ye t' death for taken her peons. If Rumba caught ye, she'd knife ye fer taken her feathers. If those cut throats from the pub caught ye, they'd kill ye fer bein' a Spaniard." Jacky looks at Siren. She nods her head in agreement. "I want t' help ye, but ye have t' help me, help ye. Ye may know the location of the galleon, and that could help all of us!" "Comprende?" (O.K. I say it, "Show me the money!")

Joaquin is disoriented and not familiar with his surroundings; he is a pack a day cigarillo smoker, and is rapidly running out of breath, and wheezing loudly. He turns a corner and finds he has reached a dead end. His breathing is desperate and his limbs are like lead. He falls down behind a pile of crates to hide. Siren is like a cat stalking her prey, she moves quickly through the narrow alleyways. Jacky follows closely on the heals of his unexpected companion. They reach the same dead end, and Jacky wonders if Joaquin has doubled back on them; when Siren notices a small pile of feathers, near the back wall. As they move closer, they hear the raspy breathing of the exhausted Spaniard. Siren moves quickly and binds the wrists of the almost lifeless Joaquin, with her whip. Joaquin can do little to resist as they lead him back towards the Pub.

Pirate!

Jacky wonders where these women are getting all these whips? (Topic for another thread) With no time to lose, and not wanting to lose Joaquin's trail of feathers. Jacky tackles Siren and pulls her into a alleyway; he gently covers her mouth with his hand and begins to speak. "Sorry fer stoppin' ye from trippin' the spaniard. But he can lead us to the treasure, if he remains standin'. So if yer interested in gold and not a prat fall, nod yer head." "Tell Rumba I have lots more feathers." Siren nods, and Jacky gently kisses her hand, and resumes the chase.

A sailor who appeared to be asleep at the bar, lifts his head from his arm and sees the frightened Joaquin bolt from the Pub. The thoughts of Spanish treasure and sunken galleons, sweep aside those of rhum and dealin' in black market trade. A plan is needed and alliances must be made, but who to trust? These are pirates after all! Best to follow the skinny Spaniard, and find out what he knows. Jacky slips out of the Pub unnoticed.

Pepe walks over to RumbaRue at the Bar. "Rumba, Jacky sez to give jou these feathers to makes more hat pins, for de pirate sombreros. Heem sez day sellin' like hot tamales!" Pepe places a sack of peacock feathers on the bar. He turns ands nods to Señora Montoya. He stops in front of Señor Montoya. "Señor, de peons, I mean the Aztecs, are getting restless; jou tink we can go home now?"

"Little quesadilla... Little rabbit... what is this? Battle of the Pirate Iron Chefs?" "I'd like a piece of that bet, Cap'n Sterling. I don't think he'll run, but hoppin' away is a good possibility."

H'okay, den, eef it make jou happy... Montoya walks over to Captain Siren. For some reason he begins to stoop ever so slightly, a strange, wild light dawning in his eyes. Dramatically, he points in the direction of Siren, and loudly declaims. "Juan! Juan...Pirate...Captain! Muah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-hahhhhh!" Thunder booms and the sky is lit by a flash of lightning. "The countin' to Siren, was nice. Thunder and lightnin' was a bit melodramatic. The Muah-ah thing is just goin' to make her giggle again." "I thought ye latin types were romantics... Think Ricardo Montalban... Please don't let let Joaquin say, 'Look boss de sheep! de sheep!" "One more time por favor."