George The Noob and the Quest for the Lost Burrito

[Tiberius Fireskull]

Time for another chapter!

Setting sail again...

George's vomiting had stopped by the time they had left Kingshead, which was torwards the evening.. Banana left the men on the deck of the Barnacle Brig, and she went down below decks, mumbling something about her nails being chipped. George tried to follow her, but Britney started screaming at him again that he wasn't doing anything.

"Well finez then... lets set a course 4..." George thought, vomit dribbling from his mouth. "That way! "

"Yes *hic* Captain George!" Brandy said, who could care less about the fact that they didn't know where they were going.

Britney started screaming again, and pacing on the deck of the small ship. George watched his mentally unstable crewmate for a while before ordering Brandy to lower the sails, and he took the wheel, heading in a "that way direction." After they were en route for wherever they were going, George took a look down at his clothes. They were looking uglier than before, which George didn't think was possible. They were yellowed, and covered with barf.

"Hmm..." George muttered. "I needz to get out of deez things... I know! diz is tehh perfect time to show Banana mah muscles!"

George proceeded in taking off his clothes, until he was standing on the deck of the ship in his underwear. Brandy was sleeping in the corner, holding a bottle of rum, so he didn't notice. George couldn't spot Britney, however. And Banana was probably still below decks.

He hung up his vomit-covered clothes on the side of the ship, and turned around. He saw the trapdoor open. Excitedly, he started flexing, showing off his muscles to the person who was coming out, who he though was Banana.

George shut his eyes and grinned stupidly. "Hey Banana, you like mah muscles?" He started posing and flexing. Just two flaws. The first was obvious, but he didn't know. His muscles were upside down. In other words, he was all flab and no ab. The second flaw he realized when he opened his eyes, and he did just that when he heard nothing coming from the person.

"BRITNEY!?" George screamed like a little girl, but it was nothing compared to Britney. His eyes were wide with disgust, twitching with insanity and horror. His mouth was gaping, also twitching. Finally, he spoke. Or rather, screamed.

"AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Britney screamed. "AHHHH AHH AHHHHHHHHHH AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!! AHHHH!!! GOOD GOD!! AHHH!!!!!!!!!"

"AHHHHH!!!!" George screamed too. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

"I MADE THE MISTAKE OF JOINING YOUR CREW!" Britney screamed in reply. "AHHHHHHH!!!"

"AHHHH!!!!"

"AHHH!!!!"

"What? *hic*" Brandy said waking up. He looked at George and dropped his rum. "AHHHH!"

"AHHH!!!"

"AHHH!!"

Anton had woken up by now, and flew down to them from the masts where he slept.

"What the hell is going ooooooOOOOOAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"

"AHHH!" George screamed, now everyone was screaming in a symphony of yells and screams and curses.

"SHUT UP!" Banana said, walking out from below decks. She looked at Britney, who was red as an apple... quite literally. There may have actually been steam coming off of him. Then she looked at Brandy, who was looking at his broken bottle of rum. Then she looked at George. George looked back at her, and his horrified face turned into a stupid grin, as he started flexing and posing again.

"I think I'll go to bed early..." Banana said, facepalming herself. She headed back below decks, and they didn't see her for the rest of the night.

Britney screamed one more time, and then went to go sleep in the crows nest, as far away as possible from the others. Brandy had already fallen back asleep, too drunk to care about anything else. George sighed, defeated, and crawled into a corner, and fell asleep.

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George woke up early the next morning. He was the first one up, as usual. He made sure the sails were still intact, and that everything was in order. Of course, he had no idea what he was doing, but doing that made him feel smart. He wasn't smart. If you think he's smart, then I would advise you to see a doctor.

After a few minutes, he looked up in front of them, and gasped. Looming in front of them was a massive island, with two lush mountains in the center of the island. Brandy had just woken up, and joined George at the helm of the ship.

"I *hic* know that island." Brandy said. He was drunk again. George wondered if this guy was ever NOT drunk, but couldn't think anymore, because he continued.

"Thats *hic* Isla Per*hic*dida! They say that its *hic* filled with some nasty *hic* big wasps!"

"Noez!!111!!!!!1!!!!" George yelled in fear. "I iz allergic to tehh big bugz! "

"Oh shut it!" Anton said, slapping George. "Its just a few little bugs like me. We'll be fine, I speak fluent Waspanese."

"But if I getz stung I will get all puffy n stuffz!" George whimpered.

"Quit being such a wimp!" Anton barked (do bugs bark?), and he slapped him again.

"Is it time to explore another island?" Banana said. She had just walked up next to them. She was a few paces away from George, who was still in his underwear.

"No!" George yelled in fear.

"Yes, yes it is," Anton said. "Prepare to port!"

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Sorry if that one wasn't too funny, anyway, pibs turn!