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Chapter 7

One Month Later

Jack, Teague, and crew have been sailing for a month, and are now tied up in a battle against a ship of the pirate lord Chevalle's, the Gaul Guard

Bam!

Plop.

Bam!

Plop.

The sounds of the battle and the sounds of the rum room contrasted dramatically. Dramatically enough that Jack couldn't stand it. So, he went out on the deck to see his father directing the Rum's part of the battle. For a guy who was one hundred and twenty-four, Teague didn't seem to have any qualms about getting deep into the battle. In fact, he had both his sword and his pistol brandished, and was fighting off the swarms of enemy pirates that were boarding the ship.

A sword from the corner of Jack's peripheral vision interrupted his thoughts, cutting off one of his dreads. Jack wasn't happy about this, but had no choice other than to roll to the side as the offending sword came sweeping back around.

"Nothing like a souvenir," the owner of the sword growled, a scarred and deformed pirate, "for killing a pirate lord"

"Hate to disappoint you" Jack tried to say, but was interrupted by another swing of the sword. Jack finally drew his own sword to defend himself, and flew into the air as a cannon blast hit nearby. Jack tumbled down and, thinking that he had lost the pirate, went back to his cabin and opened a bottle of rum. But the battle damaged pirate followed him, and jack barely had time to lift his sword before the pirate struck. Jack forced the pirate out of his cabin, and tried to chop his head off, but was thwarted with a kick down south. Jack bent over in pain, drew his pistol and, before his attacker could react, shot him in the face.

Locking his doors, Jack settled in his cabin, waiting out the rest of the battle.

Meanwhile, the battle was drawing to a close. Teague was on the enemy ship, and nearly all of its crew was dead. But Teague still had to find the captain. He stabbed a crewman who had his gun pointed at him, and finally found the captain's quarters. Inside was the captain, Pirate lord Capitaine Chevalle.

"Captain Teague" Chevalle whispered, already knowing his fate, "What is it 'ou want? My surrender?"

"You know what I want, Chevalle," Teague said, drawing his pistol, "hand it over"

"I do not 'ave it," Chevalle said, "The pieces of eight were destroyed when Calypso was freed."

"Don't try to fool me," Teague said, "I used to be the lord of Madagascar."

"I don't know what 'ou mean," Chevalle said, now backed up against the wall.

"At the third meeting of the Brethren Court, the pirate lords each claimed secondary pieces of eight."

"You want to be a lord again?"

"Yes," Teague said, "now give me your sword."

"No"

But Teague shot the now former pirate lord.

The rest of the battle went by quickly. Teague dragged Chevalle's body out to the deck to show his crew that he was dead, and the French crew surrendered, giving Teague all of their ammunition, and taking his flag to fly under Teague's colors.

And the Rum was ready to set sail again. Jack was happy, because that meant that they were that much closer to land, and that much closer to rum. Jack also needed to know what the situation was with the war.

The War. Jack could hardly believe that the pirates, who had just recently united to fight off the East India Company, were already fighting each other. He could tell that this war might be the last of them. This was a grave thought, but then he realized that if all the other pirates were wiped out, then he could keep all the rum.