here it is! finally, i finished up chapter seven. its another inbetweenquel, but it's got mexicans!
The feast they had in the galley was one to remember. Hector had cooked up the greatest variety and best Pasta Pete had ever eaten! There was even enough for the entire crew. Pete did make an announcement, simply saying Ushnor was to be first mate, and Hector to be second. â€œactually, sir-a. I would-a like-a to just-a be-a the chef-a if-a ye donâ€™t mind-aâ€ Hector asked Pete. â€œarr. Ah suppose Thartâ€™ll be fer thar best. But ah Shall be needinâ€™ a second mate, yâ€™know, jarst in case.â€ And thus did pete recite the holy incantation: Ennie, menny, minny, moe, cartch a tiger by thar toeâ€¦ ifâ€™n â€˜e hollers, let â€˜I'm go. Ennie, menny, minny, moe. â€œyou thar! Ya you! with thar necklace.â€ Pete called out. â€œIt's called blin' blin' fooâ€ he called out. â€œyar, whatever. Yeâ€™ll be me new second mate, get thar self upâ€™n here!â€ his name was smid. and then they ate. And it was good.
That next morning, a shout came from the crowâ€™s nest. â€œLand Ho!â€ a loud murmer arose from the ship. All the pirates had been tired of regular sea hoâ€™s, and they were ready for some action. â€œquiet ya' foo'sâ€ â€œya maroonâ€™s! he be meaning â€˜e can see thar panama! Dinna ye eva take geography?â€ Pete yelled. â€œyeah. Right On! dun didn't ya' eva' snatch geography. Right On!â€ Smid said, â€œuh... whuts geo'graphy?â€ â€œyour face if ye donâ€™t shut up.â€ Ushnor said, motioning at his hammer. â€œoh, right, so'ry man, ah' plum gots some little carried away. Slap mah fro!â€ another yell came from the crowâ€™s nest â€œThereâ€™s a small ship running the white flag! Whatâ€™d we do, capâ€™n?â€ â€œlet â€˜em come close. Ahâ€™ll talk wart em.â€
It was a very small ship, built only for two, and one had a message. â€œtelegram from Mr. Frightening Pirate Paul. â€œget to Australia now stop.â€ â€œarrgh.â€ Pete said, and with that, he steered into the panama canal, and the messenger went back to land. â€œwhoâ€™s Frightening Pirate Paul?â€ Ushnor asked. â€œhe be me third cousin, lives in thar Australia. Got a in a little bad company, but ah assumernd â€˜e was clean now. Ah aint so sure now.â€
Suddenly, they heard a loud â€œbangâ€ from the north end of the canal, and a few Mexicans came flying toward the boat. They crashed into Pete, Ushnor, Smid, Hector, and two other pirates, and sent them flying to the southern end of the canal. â€œWHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT FOR?â€ Pete shouted at the ship. â€œÂ¡usted puede tener su carribean, pero, los bandidos mejicanos del canal, gobernaremos los mares un dÃa!â€ â€œarr, any oâ€™ ye speak Spanish?â€ Pete asked the two pirates, they shook their heads. â€œblast, lerts get to thar beach, anâ€™ follow thar ship.â€
They walked along the beach for a while, and suddenly made it to the pacific ocean. â€œodd, Ah was excpectinâ€™ somethinâ€™ a lilâ€™ moreâ€¦ Exictirn. Arr well. which way did them banditos go?â€ Pete asked. â€œ'S coo', bro... ah' dink dey went dis wayâ€ Smid said, pointing south of the beach. They went south and found a path in the jungle. It was disgusting and dense. There were mosquitos everywhere. Pete would have gladly died, but at this moment of doubt, the flying spaghetti monster appeared unto Pete and his crew. â€œwhat the hell is wrong with you?â€ He asked. â€œwhart? Iâ€™m sorry, oh noodli warne. I know ah have to find me brother ahnd fightâ€™n Atkins warnce more.â€ â€œa-â€¦ how did you know youâ€™d have to face atkins again?â€ the FSM asked, startled at himself for being startled. â€œwell, ye sunk â€˜em, but Ahm bettinâ€™ â€˜es not dead yet.â€ â€œvery perceptive, Pete.â€ â€œyar, but I be thinkinâ€™ ye could get us to thar pirate cove sooner? Me legs arr killinâ€™ me.â€ â€œof course Pete.â€ And with that, the mighty FSM vanished, and in his place came the pirate cove, with Peteâ€™s ship, and a building, apparently for the banditos. It was also on fire.
They walked down a path that was not on fire. There was no sign of life, but soon they heard a whimper. â€œQuiet yar.â€ Pete said as he tip-toed to a bush where the whimpering was coming from. He poked it with his sword. â€œAIE!!!!â€ a Mexican jumped out, screaming. â€œaie! What was that for?â€ he asked, rubbing his bum. â€œWere you-a tha one-a who stole-a our-a ship-a?â€ Hector asked. â€œplease, donâ€™t hurt mi! mi only â€˜ere because ellos woulda kill me!â€ â€œhmmâ€¦ whaddayar think mateys?â€ Pete asked. â€œwell, judging by his wimpyness, Iâ€™d say heâ€™s telling the truth.â€ Ushnor responded. â€œsheeit, ah' dunno, I'd keep him, dat way we kin see if he's tellin' de trud o' not. if not... heh, sheeit, ya' know.â€ Added smid. â€œI-a still-a donâ€™t know-a if-a heâ€™s-a lyin-aâ€¦â€ Hector said, still uncertain. â€œwell whart about ye pirates?â€ Pete asked, they agreed with Ushnor and smid. â€œyar, tisâ€™ settled then. Ye can come with us.â€ Pete said. He leaned in closer to him, â€œbut if yar so murch as looks mutinousâ€¦â€ Pete let the bandito imagine what would happen. â€œSi, seÃ±or.â€ â€œgerd. Now then, wharts yar name?â€ Pete asked. â€œRaul.â€ â€œis there anything we might need in the building?â€ Ushnor asked. â€œcome to think of it, what did happen here?â€ â€œwell, el infierno persigue came and killed Juan.â€ â€œyour-a captin-a?â€ Hector asked Raul. â€œsi, all de banditos went with â€˜im. Mi so scared, I hid in bush.â€ â€œwho be dis inferno pedi-sump'n foo'?â€ smid asked. â€œel- el infierno persigue es mucho feared pirate. Heâ€™s name means, me think... Hell Hound.â€ Raul explained. â€œheâ€™s another spanish bandito?â€ asked Ushnor. â€œno, he come from de west.â€ Raul said. â€œyar, you two, start settinâ€™ up thar ship.â€ Pete said, pointing at the two generic pirates, â€œUshnor anâ€™ Hector, search the area fer anythanâ€™ useful. Smid, help thar pirates with thar ship.â€ They all nodded and went to their duties, â€œyou, Raul, come with me to thar map room. Weâ€™ll find thars hell-dude.â€
next chapter should be a bit faster paced. we'll get to another continent. and the idenity mysterious hell-hound will be revealed
if anyone knows who it is, don't give it away. i know one of you knows.
But if I stop bugging you I'll have to go back to arguing with Qwerty about whether beauty is truth and precisely what we both mean by 'purple'
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