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Chapter 2
Henry smiled faintly as the wind blew his hair back. He looked as a compass, and frowned. It was pointing back to the Caribbean. His smile returning, he steered the ship south. He could always use some more rum.
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“Well, well, if it isn’t Mister Stealthy.” Roger grinned evilly.
Stealthy growled. “Roger, I know you have been possessed. Let it go mate.”
“You see, when Jolly left my body, he gave me a little gift in return.” Roger’s eyes began to grow violet.
Without warning, Stealthy dived his hand into his coat, put on his rough tricorn hat, and began to chant under his breath.
Roger’s eyes began to widen. “You will never do i-“He cut off.
Stealthy finished the chant, and Roger suddenly had a swarm of wasps chasing him, fire chasing him, even chains.
Roger’s eyes glowed out of the darkness. “Very well Stealthy, have it your way. But make this clear: Whether in a month, a year, or in ten, I will be back. I am looking forward to seeing you again.” And with that, he disappeared.
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Stealthy groaned and woke up. Why did that have to come across his mind? Sighing, he got up from his bunk on the little sloop the Bountyhunter Fish. After he got up, he trudged to the helm of his ship.
“Morning, Sir. I have set a due course for Cuba.” His first mate, Hector Cannonbane, said.
“Thank you Hector, do you know why we are going here then?” Stealthy replied.
“Well… considering I be good with the voodoo, I have noticed it’s not up to scratch recently, and Tia lives on Cuba also.”
Stealthy bowed his head slightly. “Very good Hector.”
Stealthy walked back into the cabin.
“OI! WAKE UP MACOMO!” Stealthy shouted, his voice ringing so much that even he winced.
Macomo groaned, and sat up. “Why did ye have to wake me at this ungodly hour?!”
Stealthy grinned crookedly. “We are just leaving.”
The trip to Cuba was a fairly short one, just a day or two. When the Fish landed next to the tiny dock, Stealthy , Hector, and Macomo went immediately to the little bridge that entered Pantano Swamp. Tossing a few coins to the dockworker, he started off.
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Henry continued his way into the Caribbean. Following his compass, and after many years of traveling these waters, he saw he had to go to the island he disliked the most.
“SET SAIL TO CUBA YE BILGE RATS!!”
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I think you can see how its starting to piece together, dont ye?
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