blackbeard the pirate woke up.
something was wrong.
the fire was out!
the darkness of the jungle loomed above him.
the atlantic waves rolled smoothly behind him.
it could only mean one thing - mutiny!
the rascals had deserted him.
but why had they let him live?
his trusty cutlass, bess, lay beneath him - the dogs had not been so foolish as to try to dislodge it.
his pistols were still on his belt.
and a flak of whiskey in his pocket.
the waves continued on to the sand.
the ship was gone from the moonlit waters.
but he was alive.
what cowards the scoundrels were.
they would pay for their cowardice.
and doubly for their treachery.
he was edward teach - blackbeard the pirate.
with a whole deck of aces up his sleeve.
and as much as he loved gold, he loved vengeance more.
where to begin?
he knew where to begin.
with the queen of spades.
he knew she was still in there.
in the depths of the island.
and she owed him.
blackbeard took a swig of his precious whiskey.
and without looking back at the ocean, strode into the jungle with faithful bess at the ready...
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