The warm, unblocked sun felt incredible on my weary eyelids. We had been sailing for about a week now, on the specific mission of finding Blake Sam's hidden treasure on the island of La Blancquilla. Everyone was getting restless and anxious; in order to keep myself from feeling that way, I decided to take a cat nap while Jolly Eyes and the rest of the crew manned the ship. Unfortunately, my siesta was cut short, (very, very short) when a sudden darkness cast itself over me. I cracked open one eye and found Jonny hovering.
"Can I help ye' mate?" I questioned with a hint of irritation. His body interrupted the sun as if the earth was experiencing a solar eclipse.
"Aye," he replied with the same fire, low and rough. His burly arms were crossed upon his chest; he appeared more terrorizing than usual, but it didn't really bother me. I knew that it was all an act. He shook a rolled up piece of cloth, his blue eyes shimmering and piercing. "I don't believe this is the right map, Captain."
"It is the right map." I closed my eyes again.
Quicker than I could take a single breath, I was off my feet and hovering over a deep blue ocean off the side of my ship, my shipmate holding me at my shoulders.
"This map is wrong!" Jonny bellowed. The bass in his voice was enough to shake me without him having to move his arms back and forth. I gripped the collar of his shirt and held on tightly, locking my jaw.
"You wouldn't fucking do it, mate," I ground out through my teeth. "Put me down now."
"Not until you admit that this map is wrong! It's sending us right to Davy Jones' locker and ye' knows it!"
I sunk my nails into his arms. He flinched a little, so I dug them deeper. "I wouldn't send my crew to Davy Jones' locker. Why would you accuse me of such treason."
"Ye wants the treasure, the fame all to herself!" He continued to hold me overboard. He had a tight hold on me, but I could feel myself slipping out of my captain's cloak.
"Do you remember when I picked you off the street in Tortuga? You were a miserable, waste of human skin and space, but I took you in, made you into a respectable man and crew mate on my White Stallion. I made you my right hand man, and this is how you repay me..."
Jonny's face twitched, a hint that I might have caused him to have a change of heart and not feed me to the sharks. He hauled me over his shoulder and placed me back onto my feet. I never missed solid foundation under my feet so much.
"I'm sorry," Jonny apologized, staring at the creaky, wooden floorboards of the ship.
"It's alright," I replied giving him my signature hearty slap on the back, "but because of all that, I might deduct some money out of your pay."
He laughed and so did I.
"Let's go get this treasure."
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