"Oh, why did he let go?" Charles thought as he slid down the white piping after the Pirate Captain had let go of his hand. He howled, screamed and yelped while banging along the seemingly endless piping then fell into something sticking and smelt something strong filling his nostrils.

"My word, I'm covered in tar!" he said then yelped as he sailed down another pipe and tried his hardest to keep his head above the sticky mess. The next set of piping landed him in something fluffy as he fought to get free, but he kept falling and he yelped, hollered and wondered where he was going to end up. He finally stopped falling as he tumbled half blind into a room and was surprised when he slid his sticky shoes into a pair of flippers then spun around and ran face first into a rack of plungers that were hanging on a chain. One of the plungers became glued to his face as he fought to get it off and knew it was ungentlemanly to picture thrusting the wooden handle of the plunger up the Pirate Captain's bottom.

"All this just to get a girlfriend," Charles thought as he came crashing through the door and the Pirate Captain smiled at the sight of him. "Charles, my dear fellow, you are such a fool. Oh well, it can't get any worse."

As that thought left his mind, Charles saw the guards coming around the corner and sighed, rolling his eyes.