Pieces of eight, it's a pyrot's life for you!

"What is that landlubber Hex up to?" demands the captain.

"H-how should I know?? Ha Ha!"

"Yer his new assistant! We've been spying on you, remember!"

"I-I didn't know it was Hex! M-My dad's trying to stop him!!"

To your relief, the captain calls off the tickle torture. "We be beggin' your pardon, boy. Any son of an enemy of Hex is a shipmate of ours," he says as he shakes you by your big toe with his claws. "Me name's Flint. Captain Flint the fifth. Hey lads! Let's introduce our new shipmate to our pyrot ways!". The pyrots hop onto the sandpile you're trapped in and launch into a sea shanty;

"We're a bunch of dirty birds,
We often squark out naughty words,
Pieces of eight, it's a pyrot life for me!

Fly through rough seas, storms and thunder,
Lookin' for booty to plunder,
Pieces of eight, it's a pyrot's life for me!

Watch us fly off with our prize,
We're worse than a flock of magpies,
Pieces of eight, it's a pyrot's life for me!

Ahoy to Capt'n Flint the Five,
He's the greatest bird alive,
Pieces of eight, it's a pyrot's life for me!"

You're a captive audience in more ways than one! You nod your head and twirl your toes in time to the music. "Pity I can't move my hands, or I'd give you a round of applause!"

"We're at yer service, me laddo!" says Flint "We'll help ye and yer old man against Hex in any way."

"Well, there is something you can do right now..."

"Aye?"

"GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!!"

Written by an anonymous author (edited by wanderer)

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