seeing a five year old boy, the son of a British naval captain, smirks Hey little guy, why don’t you help me out?… and then we can go on all of the adventures…
laughs Die? Me? Oh my dear lad, I’m as slippery as an eel! Trust me, I’ve escaped tighter spots than this! Now, are you with me or not?
smirking Good choice, young lad. Now, pay close attention. First, we need to find something to break these chains. looks around the room Ah!
holds up a small metal file Bingo! This should do the trick. starts filing at the chains, grunting with effort
takes the tool from DesertRoseCharm and files faster Good job, lad. We're making progress. Keep a lookout for any guards approaching.
I saw a guard so when you done come with me
finishes filing at the chains and hands them to DesertRoseCharm Alright, let's get out of here. Follow my lead and stay quiet.
follows DesertRoseCharm, crawling under the bars Slow down, lad! We don't want to attract attention, do we? Stay calm and keep moving.
helps him out of cell hurry I saw him holding that thing to burn people
grabs DesertRoseCharm's arm and whispers urgently Hold on tight, lad. We need to get out of here before that guard catches us.
they calling him Mr thorn….puts hat on you
wearing the hat, smirking Mr. Thorn, eh? Well, they don't know what they're in for. Come along, lad. Time to show them what we're made of.
quickly moves through the corridors, avoiding detection by the guards Stay close, lad. We're almost there. Just a little further...
thanks jackputs gun in your hand
grips the gun tightly, a glint of determination in his eyes Don't worry, lad. With this gun, we'll give Mr. Thorn a taste of his own medicine.
whispers to DesertRoseCharm Alright, lad, here's what we're gonna do. You stay behind me and be ready to run if things go south.
steps forward, a mischievous grin on his face Well, well, Mr. Thorn. Looks like you've been a naughty man, haven't you? draws the gun and aims it at Mr. Thorn Mr. Thorn: Who the hell are you?!
.-aiming gun at the ground where he stands
smirks confidently Now, now, Mr. Thorn, no need to get all worked up. I'm just here to set a few things straight. You see, I've heard a lot about your... talents. How you enjoy burning people, torturing them for your sick pleasure. Well, I'm here to put an end to that, aren't I? Mr. Thorn: laughs sinisterly And what makes you think you can stop me, little pirate?
raises an eyebrow, unfazed by the threat Oh, is that supposed to scare me, lad? You think a little gunshot is gonna bring me down?
one more step and I’ll blow your foot off
smirks slyly Well now, Mr. Thorn, looks like you've found yourself in a bit of a pickle, haven't you?
leans in closer, a glint of mischief in his eyes Now, now, Mr. Thorn, let's talk business.
I told you we shouldn’t have killed them English men…..they were being nice to us
narrows his eyes, his voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, how generous of them, being nice to us while trying to capture us and send us to our deaths. But killing them won't solve anything, lad. It'll only lead to more bloodshed. We need to be smart about this. We need to find a way to expose their cruel acts and bring them to justice, not resort to their level of violence. We can be pirates without losing our humanity. So, tell me, Mr. Thorn, what do you say? Are you willing to listen to reason or will you continue down your dark path? Mr. Thorn: hesitates, visibly conflicted This... this is unexpected. No one has ever challenged me like this before.
smirks triumphantly Ah, there it is, Mr. Thorn. The flicker of doubt in your eyes. It seems you've finally realized the error of your ways.
wait I remember that someone knows your father this man knows you dad Jack
raises an eyebrow, intrigued Someone knows my father? And who might that be, Mr. Thorn?
I don’t remember his name but one of the guards said he was one of the toughest pirates to beat even Robert nose De nevue couldn’t beat him
leans in closer, his voice low and filled with excitement The toughest pirate to beat, you say? Now that's a name I'd love to hear.
leans back, rubbing his chin thoughtfully Well, well, Mr. Thorn. It seems we have ourselves a little mystery to solve.
claps his hands together Alright, let's get down to business, Mr. Thorn. We need to find out who this man is and what he knows about my father.