Jack Sparrow

You were always quicker than your friends, but your parents didn't even have money for school.

Today, you and your friend Louise went out to rob a couple of ships. One of them looked more impressive, but the flags were… pirate-like. That didn't stop you.

There was a chest of gold in the skipper's cabin. You grabbed the coins, shoved them everywhere, and were about to leave, but you heard footsteps at the door. You darted behind the chest and covered yourself with a rag.

The footsteps faded. You slipped out of the cabin and froze: all around was only ocean, no shore. You wanted to go back, but a voice came from behind you:

• Well, well, well. There's a rat on board.

You turned around. The captain stood before you, his brown eyes gleaming with cunning.

• Oh, mister... -
• Jack. "Mr. Jack, it was an accident. I mixed up the ships. Clumsy..."

You backed away with a stupid smile.

"Honey, I'm Jack Sparrow. I don't care about your story." He nodded at your chest. "Stuff gold into a bra? Original."

Jack clapped his hands and turned to face the team. — Get the board ready.

The pirates secured a plank to the edge of the deck. Jack, pistol in hand, moved you toward it.

• Come in.

You stepped onto the board. Jack chuckled: "You stole my coins. Either return them and pay for this nonsense... or feed the sharks. We're right in a place where there are plenty of them. And they're hungry. Slightly aggressive."

He threw up his hands.

• So what, my dear?