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  1. To those who remember in the past, we held best episode tournaments for Seasons 9A, 6, 4, 2, 10, 9B and 1 of SpongeBob in this forum. It's back again, this time for Season 3! Using challonge, I've placed all of the classic S3 episodes into a bracket. You will vote for which one is the best until we get a winner overall. Here's the last matches for Round 5, the winners will move onto Round 6, the finals: SPONGEBOB SEASON 3 TOURNAMENT ROUND 5 (PART 2): MATCHES 34-35 MATCH 34: Can You Spare a Dime? vs. Krusty Krab Training Video MATCH 35: No Weenies Allowed vs. Chocolate With Nuts I won't give my thoughts to not influence the vote, but you are more than welcome to post in this topic. I do encourage people to explain their choices to get some discussion going in this topic. Anyways, you will have until January 22nd at 7:00pm to vote in this round. I will make a new thread signaling when it is time for Round 6.
  2. Results: Match 31: Can You Spare a Dime? Match 32: No Weenies Allowed Match 33: Chocolate With Nuts Semi-finals coming up momentarily.
  3. Week of January 12, 2020 to January 19, 2020 #1: Community Peacematch: Beyond Redemption - 464 #2: Total Cartoon Island Strikes Back! - 173 #3: Squidward Chat! - 109 #4: Power Rangers: Multiverse Force - 103 #5: SBCinema - 95 #6: The Silly Adventures of Patrick Star - 89 #7: SpongeBob SquarePants: Lost in Translation - 70 #8: Bikini Bottom Nature Watch - 60 #9: Oh Yeah! Collections - 43 #10: Gambol's Program - 42 #11: Battle for Bikini Bottom - A Nonsensical Parody - 42 #12: Pirate Legends - 38 #13: Sub-Tropical Academy - 26 #14: Tyeam Universe - 25 #15: The Goofy Gooberz Show - 22 #16: JCMovies - 19 #17: GoofyGooberz's Poetry - 19 #18: Tiki Land - 16 #19: Oracle of the Cosmos - 16 #20: Rift And Drift - 15 #21: Cerebus the Aardvark (reboot) - 15 #22: the legendarium show of mythix - 15 #23: Duck Dodgers 40,000 - 13 #24: Drifter's Fantasy Setting Project - 12 #25: The OBAB Show Season 3 - 12
  4. Tonight's game: https://skribbl.io/?KxKyvAE7h0
  5. Here we go. This works as a nice homage to the POTC film series, but I also threw in my own fresh spins and expansions which you'll see the more we go along. This is a huge growth from my spin-offs over a decade ago. This will be a lot more mature than SR and MG, but still fun enough for everyone. Enjoy. 1. Pirate's Life: Part I … In the past, an ominous, murky fog is shown covering a large sea. A large, bronze navy ship emerges from the fog, named the HMS Dauntless. Aboard it are several Royal Navy soldiers from a far off land. A singing is heard as the ship grows closer. “Drink up me hearties, yo ho! We pillage and plunder, and loot and thieve! Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for me…” a girl, named Juliet, sung. As she sings, a hand clutches her shoulder, startling her. She turns around to see a man wearing a dark leather jacket. “Quiet, miss Rose! Cursed pirates sail these treacherous waters. You don’t want to bring ‘em to us.” The man warned her. “Mr. Higgs, that’ll do.” A navy lieutenant said to the man known as Higgs. “She was singin’ about pirates. You and I both know it’s bad luck to be singing about pirates, lieutenant, especially in this eerie fog. Mark my words.” Higgs explained, looking out at the foggy ocean worried. “Consider them marked. On your way now.” The lieutenant replied. “Aye, sir.” Higgs replied, and gets back to his deck swabbing duties. He pulls out a flask and superstitiously takes a quick drink from it. “I think it would be awesome to meet a pirate!” Juliet said eagerly, thinking about them. “Think again, miss Rose. Vile and disobedient creatures, those scoundrels are. I will personally see to it that anyone sailing under a pirate flag or wearing the pirate brand will get what they deserve: a swift drop and sudden stop.” The lieutenant replied sternly, as this makes Juliet nervous and sad. Higgs is seen gleefully miming a pirate being hung to Juliet, trying to cheer her up. “Lieutenant Tyrell, I appreciate your ambition to hunting pirates, but I am a tad concerned about the effects this subject will have on my daughter…” Juliet’s father, Isaac Rose, spoke to the lieutenant known as Tyrell. “My apologies, Ambassador Rose.” Tyrell replied. “Actually, I find it all fascinating.” Juliet replied. “That’s what concerns me…” Isaac replied, sighing. Suddenly, from out of the fog, a parasol is seen floating in the water. Juliet watches it in curiosity, seeing it bounce off the ship’s hull. She then sees something even more curious: a teenage boy emerges from the fog, who is on his back, unconscious. “Look, there’s a boy in the water!” The girl shouted, surprising the crew. Isaac and Tyrell both look out from the ship’s side, spotting him too. “Man overboard! Grab the ropes, fetch a hook! Haul him on board!” Tyrell ordered to his men. The sailors scramble to get the boy aboard, as they manage to get him out and lay him on the deck. “He’s still breathing.” Tyrell checked. Higgs looks into the fog and spots a truly haunting sight he will never forget. “Mother of Neptune…” Higgs said, worried. Higgs’ fear turns everyone on board’s attention from the boy to the sea, which is no longer empty. Debris and wreckage from a ship is scattered all over the water. Whatever remains of the hull burns, and the tattered flag floats in the murky waters. “…What in blazes happened here?” Isaac asked. “Most likely the powder magazine. Merchant vessels do tend to run heavily armed.” Tyrell speculated. “Lot of good it did 'em…look, we’re all thinking it, so I’ll say it! It was pirates who did this!” Higgs said, worrying the crew. “There is no proof of that. It could have just been an unfortunate accident.” Isaac replied. “Rouse the captain, immediately!” Tyrell ordered to a sailor, and then ordered to his crew, “Heave to and take in sails! Launch the boats!” “Juliet, I want you to accompany this boy. He’ll be in your watch, take care of him.” Isaac ordered her. Juliet nods, as I watches her move away. A small boat with several sailors on it rows its way toward the wreckage ahead. The boy lays motionless on the deck, as Juliet is beside him. Suddenly, he grabs her wist, as he Is now awake. Their eyes lock, as she takes his hand in hers. “It’s okay. My name’s Juliet Rose.” Juliet introduced. “…Sawyer Turner.” Sawyer introduced, looking around at his setting. “I’m watching over you, Sawyer. It’s okay.” Juliet replied. “I don’t need no watchin’, but thanks for the concern.” Sawyer replied somewhat ungrateful. He then slips back into unconsciousness, and the movement has opened the clear of his shirt. There is a chain around his neck. Juliet tugs it free, revealing a mysterious gold medallion. She takes the medallion from around his neck. One side of it is an ominous skull glaring at her. To Juliet’s limited view, this can only mean one thing. “…He’s a pirate?” Juliet wondered. “Has he said anything?” Tyrell asked, as Juliet whirls to see him behind her. She craftily hides the medallion behind her back. “His name is Sawyer Turner, that’s all he would say.” Juliet repelled to him, managing to successfully hide her discovery. Tyrell nods and then turns to some of his crew. “Take him below.” Tyrell ordered, as he moves off. Juliet goes to the stern of the ship and examines her treasure: the mysterious gold medallion. An eerie wisp of wind then blows through the air, making her look up. Moving through the fog, silent as a phantom, appears a large sailing galleon ship, waving its ominous black sails. Juliet stares at it, too scared to move or cry out. A jolly roger flag flies from the top. Juliet looks from the jolly roger to the medallion, noticing the skull on the flag is the same as the one on the medallion. Fog engulf the black ship, except for its flag. As Juliet watches, it appears as if the skull seems to turn and grin at her. She then shuts her eyes tight. … Flash forward to 8 years later, in the present day. The scene opens to a large island archipelago called the Enhalas. Enhalas is seen as a dangerous, largely unexplored “no man’s land” by most of the ocean world, as it’s ruled over by pirates, outlaws, bounty hunters, and supernatural entities. Any “laws” there are nigh impossible to enforce. For centuries, many powerful factions from multiple countries have tried to conquer the area, but failed. It is foretold that whoever rules Enhalas will control the entire ocean. On the ocean horizon, a mast comes into view against the sky. Standing atop the yardarm in swashbuckling splendor is a sharply dressed, lone pirate. He gazes keen-eyed at the HMS Dauntless in the distance, which looms into a port on a large island nearby. His attention is then draw to something below, as he leads from the yardarm to the rigging. He drops below, as his boots splash into the foot of water filling the hull of the small dory, named the Jolly Mon, he is riding, which only has a single sail. There are multiple holes in the bottom of the dory, as it is slowly sinking. The pirate sloshes through the small dory, picks up a bucket, and starts shoveling out what he can. The dory keeps sailing, as the pirate takes quick notice of the skeletal remains of three pirates hanging from gallows on a rocky promontory. A fourth, unoccupied noose bears a sign: “PIRATES NOT WELCOME - YE BE WARNED.” The pirate is undeterred by this, as the dory slips past the gallows. The pirate jumps to his feet and removes his hat. He gazes at the pirate skeletons and empty noose, paying a moment of respect. The pirate keeps sailing what remains of the dory to the large island port nearby. The port, dominated by the HMS Dauntless, bustles with activity as many people reside on the island. A port worker spots the pirate’s bucket floating in the water, and looks over just in time to see the pirate on top of the sinking crow’s nest. He nonchalantly steps directly onto the dock, as the dory sinks behind. The pirate strolls past the port worker. “Hey, hold up there! It’s two shillings to tie up your boat at the dock.” The port worker said. The pirate casts a dubious glance back at the sunken dory’s mast, which is sticking out of the water. “Also, I will need to know your name.” The port worker added, as he opens a ledger and holds it up. The pirate then tosses five shillings onto the ledger. “What do ye say to five shillings and we forget the name, eh?” The pirate bargained, winking to the port worker. The port worker considers, and then shuts the ledger. “Welcome to Port Royale, sir, or “Mr. John”.” The port worker said, smiling, as he quickly moves off. The pirate acknowledges the welcome, moves past the port worker’s desk, and spots a small money bag sitting on top of it. He picks up the bag and shakes it. Pleased to hear the rattle of coins, he pockets it and keeps walking onward. The pirate looks across the bay of Port Royale to a ship known as the Interceptor, belonging to the navy. Holding the thought for later, he heads into the large town on the island, looking for someone. Meanwhile, Juliet’s eyes open, as a parallel to the flashback. No longer a child, she is now twenty years old, laying in bed. She looks as far out the corner of her eyes as possible. Could there be someone else in the room with her? Juliet sits up, ready for anything. Thankfully, she is alone. She gets up and walks to a dressing table. She pulls a drawer all the way out, reaching into a space beneath and takes out the same gold medallion she obtained as a child. It has not lost its luster or sense of dread. In the same drawer space, there is also a book she kept about pirates and several drawings she made years ago of pirate ships. She stares at the medallion, absently returns the drawer to its place and puts on the medallion. She looks at herself on the mirror, thinking it fits passably. She then hears a knock on the door, and it startles her, causing her to accidentally knock down the chair. “Juliet? Is everything alright?” Isaac, now the governor of the island, asked from the other side. “Yes dad, I had a brief slip is all.” Juliet replied, as she quickly puts on a dressing gown, hiding the medallion under it. Governor Rose enters, wearing a sharp business suit. A maid also enters, who is carrying a gift box. “Still asleep at this hour? It’s a wonderful day out!” Governor Rose said, looking out the window to see Port Royale’s large village settlement before him, along with Fort Weatherby, the navy’s main base of operations on the island. “I have a gift for you.” He opens the maid’s gift box, unveiling a gorgeous, sapphire dress. “Oh my, it’s beautiful!” Juliet said, impressed. “Indeed so. Thank the best designers here on Port Royale for the lovely craftsmanship. As the governor of the island, I will always ensure you have access to quality products like so. Try it on.” Governor Rose said. Juliet then goes behind a screened-off dressing area and puts on the sapphire dress over her gown. She looks into the mirror and is impressed, although it is somewhat tighter than Rose anticipated, which was not his fault. Nonetheless, Juliet assumes it will be fine. “By the way, you shall be wearing that to the ceremony today.” Governor Rose said, confusing Juliet from behind the screen. “What ceremony?” Juliet asked. “Captain Tyrell’s promotion ceremony. I thought I had given sly hints to you this was coming.” Governor Rose revealed. “Right…I knew it.” Juliet replied. “Commodore Tyrell, he is about to evolve into. What a great man. He and Admiral Valek have helped save our flourishing island on many occasions. Perhaps when you’re older, he’d make a great partner for you.” Governor Rose said, making Juliet embarrassed. “Not interested. I do not see him in that way.” Juliet replied, as Rose laughs. “Of course, of course, I only jest. Just know that he does care about you a lot, after all, you’ve known him since you were a mere child. Besides, he’s almost like family at this point.” Rose replied. “Governor, you have a visitor.” A butler said, approaching him. At the Rose mansion foyer, the visitor is seen. He is dressed in rough clothing, clearly out of place, and he knows it. He is biting on a tooth stick. He is holding a special presentation case and looks impatient. He inspects a sconce on a nearby wall. Suddenly, a section of it breaks off into his hand. “Dammit…” the visitor whispered. At a loss as to what to do, the visitor hides a section in an umbrella stand just before a servant walks by. “Hopefully the governor won’t notice that lil’ mistake…” the visitor said. He hears footsteps, as Rose, Juliet and the butler approach. “Ah, Mr. Turner! It’s good to see you again!” Rose said, revealing the visitor is Sawyer. “Good day to you, chief. I got your order.” Sawyer replied. Sawyer puts the presentation case on the table and opens it. Inside of it is a beautiful dress sword and scabbard. Sawyer takes it out reverently and hands it to Rose. Rose removes the sword from the scabbard and inspects it. “That blade right there is folded steel, best around. The handle’s got some of that gold filigree laid into it. If I can see it, I’d like to display a little magic trick.” Sawyer said, as he takes the sword from Rose. Sawyer then balances it on one finger at the point where the blade meets the guard. “Looky here, chief, perfectly balanced. The tang here is nearly the full width of the blade.” Sawyer explained. With practiced ease, Sawyer flips the sword, catches it by the hilt, and offers the sword back to Rose, bowing slightly. “Impressive…very impressive. Commodore Tyrell will be most pleased with this.” Rose replied, impressed with Sawyer’s demonstration. Rose returns the sword to its scabbard and hands it to Sawyer. As he puts it back into the case… “Do pass my complements to your mentor.” Rose said. This strikes a nerve with Sawyer, as the work is clearly his, and he’s proud of it. “Oh, I will. A craftsman is always happy to hear when his work is appreciated and acknowledged…” Sawyer was saying sarcastically, when he trails off upon seeing Juliet walk down the steps and wearing her dress. “Juliet, you look wonderful.” Rose said. “Well howdy, someone sure got fancy for today.” Sawyer said, trying to casually hide his flirting. “Sawyer, so good to see you! Funny, I had a dream about you last night.” Juliet said. “About me, huh? Well gee, I’m honored.” Sawyer replied. “Erm, Juliet, is that entirely proper-“ Rose was asking. “A dream about the day we met. You remember, of course?” Juliet asked him, ignoring her father. “Of course, how could I forget, miss Rose?” Sawyer replied. “How many times must I ask you to call me “Juliet”?” Juliet replied. “At least once more, miss Rose.” Sawyer replied smugly, annoying her. “See, Mr. Turner here at least has a sense of respect. Now, we must be going.” Rose said. Rose takes the sword case from the table and hands it to a servant. He leads the servants out the door. “Good day, Mr. Turner.” Juliet said in passing to Sawyer, as she heads out. Rose follows Juliet out the door, toward their escort, a luxurious carriage. “Good day, Juliet.” Sawyer said to himself smugly, staying behind. In the carriage, Juliet looks over her shoulder at Sawyer as they ride off. Elsewhere out at sea, a naval battle is occurring between a large, red navy ship and a lone pirate ship. The navy ship is called the HMS Crimson Devil. It’s controlled by an admiral wearing an all red outfit, who looks at the pirate ship menacingly. The pirate ship is trying to sail away from the Crimson Devil, but it’s gaining on the ship. “Admiral Valek, it’s in range.” One of the soldiers reported to the man in red, known as Valek. “Obliterate that filth. Take any remaining survivors into custody.” Valek replied. The Crimson Devil opens fire at once onto the pirate ship using a mix of gun turrets and cannonballs, quickly destroying it piece by piece. All of the crew abandons ship and jumps into the waters, as debris flies everywhere. The crew desperately tries to swim away, but are cornered by two smaller boats from the Crimson Devil. The soldiers point their guns at the pirate crew. “…Parlay?” one of the pirates tried to beg, but is taken into custody along with the others. They are brought on board the Crimson Devil, handcuffed. “Which one of you is the ship’s captain?” A soldier asked. “I am.” The pirate in the middle spoke up, as he is forcefully escorted into the ship’s cabin. Valek is inside, standing in front of his desk which has many intriguing maps and notes laid about. A picture of the gold medallion Juliet found years ago is seen amongst his papers. “Haha, wow matey, your suit is so…red!” The pirate said in fascination, giving a nervous laugh and twitching. “Greetings. I’ll get right to the point. Tell me where the highly sought “treasure” is at and perhaps I’ll spare your comrades.” Valek demanded. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, man!” The pirate replied in fear, trying to hide something. “Yes you do. Pirate scum like yourself and bounty hunters all over have been quite fascinated in this mysterious “treasure” as of late, whatever it may be. It has quite the high price reward which would draw any scoundrel out of hiding. Your ship was clearly not prepared for combat, so you were looking for something, and not to mention, all of your friends looking for this treasure have been coming through this exact area.” Valek explained, showing an impressive knowledge of the ongoings on pirate life and area around. “Okay, f-fine, I shall squeal: We were headin’ to that remote island close to Port Royale…uh, Nevarro, that’s it, yes, yes! We heard on the sea chatter that the treasure might be located there, but we don’t know for sure! That’s all I know, I swear!” The pirate confessed, terrified. “Thank you for your cooperation. This only confirms my theories.” Valek replied, seeming content. “I told you the info, can you at least show a captain some honorable lenience and cast me into the brig?” The pirate bargained. Valek then walks closer to him, worrying the pirate. “Please…don’t…KILL!” The pirate yelled in fear. Valek stands still for a moment, easing the pirate’s fears. Suddenly, Valek then pulls out his maroon rifle and shoots the pirate right through the chest. His body collapses to the ground, dead. “Heh…wouldn’t think of it.” Valek replied coldly, as he blows the smoke off of his gun. “Sir, what should we do with the rest of his crew?” A soldier asked. “Execute them all.” Valek ordered. “Yes sir.” The soldier replied, as he leaves the cabin. “Get this off my ship.” Valek ordered to another soldier, pointing to the pirate’s body. The soldier nods, as he picks up the pirate’s corpse. He tosses it overboard, as it flails into the waters. His companions are seen being lowered on their knees, as the soldiers ready their guns from behind. Gunshots go off, as Valek walks out of the cabin, and smirks at the sight. “Dispatch a small squadron to the island of Nevarro for scouting at once. I’ll be attending Tyrell’s promotion ceremony.” Valek ordered to an officer. “Right away, sir.” The officer replied. The pirate from earlier is seen wandering through the walkways of Port Royale, seeing multiple buildings along his way. He makes his way to a tavern, with a sign hanging above the entrance titling the establishment “The Sailor’s Tavern”. The pirate pulls out a poster from his pocket, checking to see if he’s at the right place. He is correct, as he puts away his pirate hat and casually opens the door, walking into the tavern. Inside, there is a rough crowd of sailors, normal island residents, scoundrels, pirates, and other suspicious figures. The bartender looks at the pirate, and gives him a smile. “Drink up me heartie.” The bartender winked at him, implying he knows the man is a pirate, and is a sympathizer. The pirate heads to the back of the tavern, seeing a lone, familiar person sitting by themselves at a table, having a drink of rum. The person is revealed to be Higgs, who is surprised to see the pirate. He is wearing a gold badge belonging to the Bounty and Treasure Hunters Guild. “…It really is you. Nice to see ye again after so long, Mack!” Higgs said to the pirate, getting up, as they give each other a brotherly hug. “Could’ve found a better residence, Vince. I haven’t set foot on Port Royale in years!” Mack replied. They sit down at the table, as Higgs gets him a drink. The two catch up. “How did you get here without a ship or crew?” Higgs asked. “I found a way, as always. I thought you would’ve learned by now to never underestimate me.” Mack replied, taking a sip of his drink. “What I mean is, the navy has been crackin’ down on pirates coming through this area as of late. It’s a fool’s errand to even set foot on Port Royale anymore.” Higgs explained, taking another sip. “Like I said, I found a way. I kept a low profile and may or may not have used my charm to con my way in. Captain’s secret.” Mack replied, winking. Higgs lets out a light laugh. “You know Mack, I never stopped believing. I’m still loyal to you ’til the bitter end.” Higgs said. “I know, mate. Even though my previous attempts at making a new crew ended in unfortunate blunders, you were always there. It’s been a rough many years, but it’s always a joy to see a familiar face again, and one I trust. Now I feel a tad less…alone. They say to trust no one in Enhalas, but you’ve proven to subvert that expectation.” Mack replied. “I’m still deeply sorry ya lost everything. Wish I was there for ya sooner, but after the your attempted new crews didn’t work out, I needed a break from the pirate life. Have you had any runs in with him as of late?” Higgs asked cautiously. “No. Not since the night I was mutinied and stranded. Every night I think about him.” Mack said. Mack has a brief flashback, showing himself and an unknown pirate, his former First Mate, at the forefront, along with several other pirates on the same ship Juliet saw as a child. Mack then holds out a pistol, looking at it, which has a single bullet in it. “Still saving the bullet for him, huh.” Higgs replied. “One day.” Mack replied. “I’ve heard the stories. He’s made his way up as one of the most ferocious pirate crews in Enhalas. All this makes me glad I left that pirate and navy lives behind, now I’ve been relaxing a calm life here.” Higgs said. “You’re a representative for the guild now, eh? Quite a transition from the pirate life, if I do say so myself. Never imagined you had in it you.” Mack said curiously, looking at Higgs’ badge. “Wasn’t in the cards at first. I settled down here the past year, and then the business opportunity called. Not one for action anymore myself, but I make quite the riches from representing the guild. They need all the help they can get out here.” Higgs said, holding out several bags of money and kicking a steel box on the floor, which contains all of his requests. “Dare I ask mate, do you give out bounties for pirates? Would be rather unfortunate if my face was on one of your assignments one day…” Mack said curiously. “I sure don’t, since most of my clients be pirates, and I ain’t scaring ‘em off. There’s a few in hiding here right now.” Higgs said, waving toward a few sitting at the bar. “I guess the pirate life never truly left me. Unfortunately, business is rather slow for me lately due to few pirates making it here anymore, and the bounty hunters flock to other reps.” “Which brings me to the next reason I’m here.” Mack said, placing the poster on the desk. Higgs looks at it, with a grim look. “I see. You want in on that forsaken treasure too.” Higgs said. “Tell me what you know about it. I hope it’s worth all the trouble it’s giving the pirate crews. Word spreads fast, even to a now “nobody” like me.” Mack asked. “All I know is, the request is from an anonymous client, and the reward price varies depending on negotiations. Whatever it is, it’s located on the island of Nevarro.” Higgs explained. “Great, thanks for the help, and so off I am to my next destination!” Mack said, finishing his drink. “Wait, how will ye get there without a ship?” Higgs asked, befuddled. “Not to worry mate, I have that covered.” Mack replied, winking. “Just try to maintain that low profile of yours. If you get into any trouble, I want no part of it, since I myself have been keeping a low profile here and would prefer to not become a fugitive.” Higgs cautioned to Mack. “Count on me, Captain’s honor.” Mack replied, as he is about to leave, but Higgs has one more thing to say. “Just so you know Mack, if you’re looking for a new crew, I want no part of that either. I’m not coming back to that life.” Higgs said sternly. “No feelings hurt from me. When I fetch that treasure, it’ll give me the reputation to assemble together a new crew from scratch. Then I’ll find him.” Mack said determined. “Good luck, lad. I’m rooting for ya, I know if anyone can get that treasure, it’s you.” Higgs said, as he sits back down, and Mack leaves the tavern. Outside Fort Weatherby, soldiers march into the courtyard, taking their places for the ceremony. Admiral Valek arrives slightly late. “Apologies for being late governor, I had important business to deal with.” Valek said to Rose. “Not a problem, admiral.” Rose replied, as the ceremony begins and several residents of the island are attending. “Two paces, march!” A soldier yelled. The soldiers, now divided into two columns, obey the order. “About face!” The soldier yelled. The soldiers obey and turn, now facing each other. “Present arms!” The soldier yelled, as they obey. Tyrell then walks between the two columns of soldiers and moves toward the presentation area where Rose and Admiral Valek wait for him. With precision, Rose removes the sword and scabbard from its case and presents it to Tyrell, in full dress. Tyrell accepts the sword, executes a flourishing salute, first to Rose, then to the officers, and then to the audience, assembled beneath the glaring sun. Among the audience is Juliet, who is sweating. She winces, discreetly adjusts the corset through the material of the dress, trying to hide her discomfort. “Congratulations, James Tyrell. You have been promoted to Commodore. I’ll be looking forward to working with you a lot more closely from now on.” Valek said, congratulating the now Commodore Tyrell and shaking his hand. “It is an honor, sir. I will not disappoint.” Tyrell replied. Mack makes his way down to the dock, passing two marines on sentry duty, taking advantage of what little shade there is on the dock. But when Mack saunters up, the two are immediately on alert. “This dock is off-limit to civilians, sir.” One of them, named Toby, said. “I’m terribly sorry, I didn’t know. If I see one, I will inform you immediately.” Mack replied. Mack tries to move around the two, but they block his path. “Apparently there’s some sort of high-toned and fancy to do up at the fort, eh? How could it be that two upstanding gentlemen such as yourselves did not merit an invitation?” Mack asked, trying to mess with them. “Someone has to make sure this dock stays off limits to civilians.” Toby replied. “It’s a fine goal, to be sure…but it seems to me that a ship like, makes this one here a bit superfluous, really.” Mack said, looking at the Dauntless and then at the Interceptor. “Oh, the Dauntless is quite a power in these seas, very true, but there’s no ship that can rival the Interceptor for speed.” Toby replied. “I’ve heard of one, supposed to be very fast, nigh uncatchable…The Eclipse Pearl.” Mack said. The other soldier, named Murray, scoffs at the name. “Well…there’s no real ship that can match the Interceptor.” Murray replied. “The Eclipse Pearl is a real ship, though.” Toby replied. “No it ain’t!” Murray replied. “Yes it is. I’ve seen it.” Toby replied. “You’ve seen it, huh?” Murray replied. “Yes.” Toby replied. “You haven’t seen it.” Murray replied. “Yes, I have!” Toby replied. “You’ve seen a ship with black sails, that’s crewed by the damned and captivated by a man so evil that the abyss itself spat him back out?” Murray asked. “…No.” Toby replied. “No, indeed.” Murray replied smugly. “But I’ve seen a ship with black sails.” Toby replied. “Oh, and yet no ship that’s not crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil that the abyss itself spat him back out could possibly have black sails, therefore couldn’t possibly be any other ship than the Eclipse Pearl. Is that what you’re saying?” Murray replied. “…No.” Toby sighed. “It’s like I said, there’s no real ship that can match the Interceptor-HEY!” Murray replied, looking for Mack, but he’s not there. The two soldiers look around, and spot Mack standing at the wheel of the Interceptor, casually examining the mechanism and whistling. “You!” Murray yelled. Mack looks over in exaggeratedly innocent surprise. The sailors hurry toward the gangplank and board the ship. They raise their guns and approach Mack. “Get away from there! You have no permission to be aboard, mate!” Murray ordered. “I’m sorry sirs, it’s…such a beautiful ship.” Mack replied. “What’s your name?” Toby asked. “John, or Johnny, if you prefer.” Mack lied. “Where’s your business in Port Royale, “Mr. John”?” Murray asked. “And no lies!” Toby added. “I must confess, then. It is my intention to commandeer one of these ships, sail my way to a nearby isle, collect my treasure, use that reputation to build myself a new crew in Swashbuckler Outpost, raid, pillage, plunder, and otherwise pilfer my black guts out!” Mack revealed. “I said no lies!” Toby said annoyed. “…I think he’s telling the truth.” Murray replied, holding his gun. “If he were telling the truth, he wouldn’t have told us that, duh genius.” Toby replied. “Unless, of course, he knew you wouldn’t believe the truth even if he told it to you.” Mack replied, making Murray and Toby both ponder. Back at the ceremony, Juliet, who is pale and sweating due to her extra clothing, fans herself weakly, oblivious to the celebration and chatter around. However, that is not the only problem, as the medallion she has is beginning to act unnaturally, little to her knowledge. Tyrell then approaches her. “You don’t look so well. How about getting some fresh air?” Tyrell offered her, extending his hand. “That would be nice.” Juliet replied, taking it, as he escorts her to a parapet. “Quite the dress your father got for you. It’s splendid.” Tyrell noted. “Yes, but I’m feeling…ill.” Juliet said, as the golden medallion begins to have a strange effect on her “Don't worry, just take in the fresh sea wind and it’ll help.” Tyrell replied. Juliet loses her balance and stumbles away, as the medallion glows. She reaches a hand out to the parapet to steady herself, but it slides off and she vanishes over the wall, gone. Juliet plummets from the top of the cliff, down toward the sea. Tyrell turns, to find Juliet gone. “Juliet?” Tyrell asked, as he looks down. “JULIET!” He leaps to the top of the parapet, prepared to dive, but a lieutenant, Pearson, catches his arm. “Sir, the rocks! It’s a miracle she missed them!” Pearson said, pointing below. Tyrell shakes off his arm and then looks down, realizing Pearson is right. He jumps down and runs underwater. An unconscious Juliet continues to sink deeper into the water. Mack, Murray and Toby are still in shock from the sight. “Shall you gents be saving her, then?” Mack asked to the two. “…I can’t swim.” Murray revealed, as Toby shakes his head, indicating neither can he. “Pride of the navy, you two surely are.” Mack replied, not surprised. He takes off his hat, coat, and then hands his pistol and sword to Toby. “Don’t lose these.” Mack said, as he dives underwater. Juliet keep drifting down unconscious. The medallion slips loose from her bodice, and it turns slowly, until the skull side is fully visible. A shaft of filtered sunlight hits it, and it glints, and a signal reverberates out across the sea. “What was that?” Toby asked to Murray, who shakes his head, shrugging. A gust of wind comes up. The two grab their hats and look up at the flag, which has begun to blow in the opposite direction. The wind pits up, blowing in from the sea. The skeletons of the three pirates hanging from the gallows on the rocky promontory spin from the rabid wind. Juliet’s unmoving form hits the bottom, and then, Mack is there. He wraps an arm around her and makes his way to the surface. Mack swims toward the docks. Tyrell rushes down, followed by his men. Beyond him, past the rocky point, far out to sea, an ominous fog gathers. Toby and Murray help Mack haul Juliet out of the water. Mack climbs up, exhausted. Juliet is on her back, as Murray examines her. “Not good, she ain’t breathing.” Murray said, as Mack slips Toby’s knife from its sheath. “Move!” Mack demanded, as he pushes past Murray and Toby is shocked. Mack slits Juliet’s dress down the middle and yanks it away, as Toby holds it. Juliet remains still and then she coughs up water, as removing the dress has allowed her some breathing room once more. “I never would have thought of that.” Murray said curiously. “Clearly, you’ve never been to Thalassia.” Mack replied. Mack then spots Juliet’s medallion on her neck. Make catches it up in his hand, and is surprised. “…Where did you get this?” Mack asked, intrigued and knowing what it exactly is. Before Juliet can answer, the blade of a sword is at Mack’s throat. Tyrell’s new ceremonial sword, as a matter of fact. “On your feet.” Tyrell ordered to him. The rest of Tyrell’s men reach the scene, including Rose. “Juliet! Are you all right?” Rose asked, putting a jacket over her. “Yes…yes, I’m fine.” Juliet replied. Rose notices the dress Toby is holding. “Shoot him!” Rose ordered at once, angry. “Wait, father! Commodore, do you truly intend to kill my rescuer?” Juliet protested. Tyrell looks at Juliet, and then nods to his men. Mack nods a thanks to Juliet. Tyrell sheathes his sword, and then extends his hand to Mack. “I believe thanks are in order.” Tyrell said. Mack takes Tyrell’s hand. They shake, and Tyrell tightens his grip, yanks Mack’s arm toward him, the tears back the sleeve of Mack’s shirt. It exposes a brand on Mack’s wrist: a large “P”, revealing Mack was marked as a pirate long ago. “Had a run in with the Eastern Trading Company, did we…pirate?” Tyrell said, revealing his identity. Shocked reactions occur, but the soldiers are well-trained. In the blink of an eye, half a dozen guns are aimed at Mack. He winces. “Kill him.” Rose demanded. ___________________ 2. Pirate’s Life: Part II Mack is surrounded and his situation is not looking good. “Keep your guns on him, men. Pearson, fetch the irons.” Tyrell ordered at once. Tyrell then notices something else: above the “P” brand is a tattoo of a star and sword struck into it. “Well, well… Mack Stark, isn’t it?” Tyrell realized. “Captain Mack Stark, if you please, sir.” Mack said, revealing his last name. “Well, I don’t see your ship, captain.” Tyrell said, glancing out at the bay. “I’m in the market, as they say.” Mack replied charmingly. “He said he was gonna commandeer one.” Toby reported. “I told you he was telling the truth,” Murray said to him, and then hands Tyrell Mack’s piston and belt, “These are his, sir.” Tyrell examines the pistol. “No additional shot nor powder.” Tyrell noted, as Mack shrugs. Tyrell then examines his compass and tests it. “A compass that doesn’t point north.” Tyrell noted, as Mack looks away, slightly embarrassed. Tyrell then half-draws the sword from the scabbard. “Wow, and I somewhat expected it to be made of wood. You are, without a doubt, one of the worst pirates I’ve ever heard of.” Tyrell said, as he re-sheates the sword. “But you have heard of me.” Mack corrected. Pearson returns with shackles. Tyrell grabs Mack by the arm and drags him over to Pearson. “Commodore, I truly must protest!” Juliet said, feeling this is unfair. “Carefully, lieutenant.” Tyrell ordered. Juliet steps forward. Rose’s jacket slips off her. She is unconcerned, but he is intent on putting it back on. “Even if he’s a pirate, this man saved my life.” Juliet said. “One small good deed is not enough to redeem someone of a lifetime of wickedness.” Tyrell said. Pearson snaps the manacles closed on Mack’s wrists. “Though it seems to condemn him.” Mack noted. “Indeed.” Tyrell replied, smiling. Now that Mack is safely chained, Tyrell nods to his men. They stow their weapons. “Finally, my moment!” Mack said. Acting upon lighting fast instinct, Mack wraps the manacle chain around Juliet’s throat, using her as ransom. Guns are drawn again, but now Juliet serves as a shield. “No! No! Don’t shoot!” Rose ordered. “I knew you’d warm up to me. Commodore Tyrell, my merchandise, please. And the hat, don’t skimp.” Mack bargained. Tyrell hesitates and balls his fists in frustration. “Commodore!” Mack taunted. Tyrell takes them from Murray and holds them out to Mack. “Juliet, is it?” Mack said to her. Juliet is now more angry than frightened. “It’s miss Rose.” Juliet corrected. “Miss Rose, if you’d be so kind? Come, come, dear, we don’t have all day!” Mack said. Juliet takes the belt and pistol from Tyrell. Mack is quicker and takes the pistol from her. He then motions for her to do something. She figures out what he wants: put the hat and belt on him, since he cannot. She does so at once. “Easy there, dear.” Mack said. “You’re despicable.” Juliet said annoyed. “Sticks and stones, dear. I saved your life, you save mine, and we’re even. Pirate’s Code.” Mack said, as Juliet finishes, and the mention of the “code” interests her. He turns her again and then backs up until he bumps against the cargo gantry. “Gentlemen…m’lady…you will always remember this as the day you almost captured Captain Mack Stark.” Mack boldly decreed. He shoves Juliet away, grabs a rope and kicks free a belaying pin - a counterweight drops and Mack is lifted up to the middle of the gantry, where he grabs a second rope. Mack swings out and away from the gantry. “Would you shoot him already!?” Rose demanded angrily. “Open fire!” Tyrell ordered. The soldiers shoot, but all miss. “On his heels!” Tyrell ordered, as the soldiers race after him. Make swings out onto a yardarm, spots a rope leadings down and snaps the manacle’s chain over the rope. He slides down to a further dock and drops down. Mack makes his way across a bridge, dodging bullets. Tyrell watches as Mack disappears into the streets. “Pearson, Mr. Stark has a dawn appointment with the gallows. It would be a shame if he missed it.” Tyrell ordered. Pearson understands and heads off to gather a search party to patrol the whole island. Tyrel also orders more guards at the Dauntless and Interceptor in case of another theft. “Admiral Valek will not be particularly happy to hear about this incident on my first day as Commodore…” Tyrell sighed, prepared to report the incident to Valek. “I never thought you’d have an encounter with a real pirate, how unfortunate it happened today. I will take extra precautions to make sure you and every resident of Port Royale is safe.” Rose said to Juliet, escorting her. “Thank you father, but I will be fine. He spared my life, he has no reason to harm me.” Juliet said. “That’s what he wants you to think…” Rose sighed, but Juliet shrugs it off, as they head back to the mansion. After getting her safely inside, Rose and Tyrell head back to Fort Weatherby together to report what happened to Valek, as they approach him in the courtyard. “Sir, I regret to inform you a wretched pirate somehow made their way onto this island. He escaped custody and is still out here somewhere. I take full responsibility for the failure.” Tyrell reported. This news intrigues Valek instead of bringing on any anger or disappointment from him. “No apologies needed, Commodore. By any chance, did you get their name?” Valek asked curiously. “Yes. It’s Captain Mack Stark. Is his name familiar to you?” Tyrell asked. “Why yes, of course it is. He was once quite a famous pirate, captaining The Eclipse Pearl, and then fell from grace after a mutiny from his First Mate. He will not be a concern, he is nothing now. He came here to seek an opportunity…perhaps a certain treasure…” Valek said. “Admiral Valek, with all due respect, I fear your obsession with “The Treasure” will hinder our progress on catching this dangerous pirate on our very island. It does not feel important to the current issues at hand.” Rose said. “I beg to differ, it is very important. After all…both of our concerns may line up together in the end. What I find even more concerning however, is that my team has still not reported back from the Nevarro patrol hours later.” Valek replied. “Shall I send a few of my men to investigate the island?” Tyrell asked. “You may, James.” Valek approved. “This seems like a waste, your men are probably fine. We need to keep as many soldiers as possible here to hunt down the pirate.” Rose said. “That will not matter now that he knows you’re hunting him. These pirates know how to hide well. But a bait will always draw them out of hiding. You should get some rest, governor. I can tell you’ve had an exhausting day.” Valek said. “Very well, admiral. Thank you.” Rose said, as he heads off back to the mansion. Mack carefully approaches The Sailor’s Tavern and sneaks his way inside. He goes over to Higgs, who is still sitting at the table. “I take it someone didn’t keep a low profile.” Higgs said, sipping another drink and seeing Mack in cuffs. “Not to worry, I have the situation under control. But uh…I may have to hide here for a bit, more of those nasty soldiers will be coming.” Mack said. “Wise choice, you’d be best waiting til’ nightfall. They’ll be on high alert for the rest of the day.” Higgs said, knowing how they operate by now. “Indeed, I shall let the lot think I have cleverly hidden myself or fled the area for now.” Mack said. “If you ask me, and you’re free to disagree, but they’ll likely be waiting for ye now at those fancy ships. Remember, making stupid decisions out here will get you killed.” Higgs warned. “I knew you’d say that, Vince. Fortunately for them, I have alternatives to use. I know there must be several smaller vessels these soldiers use, correct?” Mack said. “You’d be correct. There’s a few spare ones at a dock near the blacksmith shop. Nevarro isn’t far at all, so you’d be best taking one of those for a quick back and forth. Also, you’d be extra wise to get yourself out of them restraints first. ‘Fraid I have nothing to get you out of those.” Higgs suggested to him. ” “The blacksmith would do, I presume.” Mack replied. “It would. The mechanisms in there would break any iron. Life has a strange way of aligning things together for ye, let me tell you. I still don’t know if it’s dumb luck or your hidden genius.” Higgs replied, curious. “My plan all along, mate. I like to test your knowledge to see if you still know me.” Mack winked. “One thing’s for sure, you sure haven’t changed much in the the year we’ve been apart.” Higgs said, laughing, and taking another sip. Mack waits until night begins to shine down on the island. He leaves the tavern and stealthily makes his way through the streets. Several soldiers come patrolling down his path, shining flashlights around, as Mack quickly hides behind several crates. They go onward, as Mack casually walks off, heading around a corner. He quickly passes by several civilians who pay him no mind, not knowing yet from their authority that he is a pirate is on the loose and that very pirate is walking right past them. “Lovely night, ain’t it?” Mack said to the civilians, trying to hide his manacles from them. “Good night to you, sir.” A woman said, passing by, and not noticing his pirate get-up. Mack then sees the blacksmith shop nearby, as an anvil sign is over it. Right next to it is a small dock, containing the wooden boats needed. Mack then hears noises coming from inside the blacksmith shop, and this confirms to him he can use the equipment there to free himself from the manacles. Plus, perhaps he could seize the opportunity to gain new weapons. After all, who truly knows what awaits him on Nevarro? And with his recent encounter, more weapons may not hurt. Mack sneakily makes his way to it, and hides behind a statue outside the entrance, making sure no soldiers are nearby. He then slips through the pass-thru doors leading inside the building. The forge is dark, lit by lanterns. Every tool is in its place, the workbench tidy and neat. Mack removes his hat and reaches for a short-handled sledge. A bottle hits the ground, making Mack jump. Mr. Brown, in a blacksmith’s apron, sleeps in the corner. Mack checks to make sure Mr. Brown is indeed passed out by giving him a hard poke. Brown snorts and turns away. Mack turns to go then turns back and shouts. Another snort is Brown’s only response. Mack quickly moves to an anvil, brings the sledged down on the manacle links. It’s not working. Mack reacts in frustration. He looks around and spots the gears of a mill. Below it stands a small seahorse, with a harness attached to the animal. Mack pulls a tool from the blacksmith’s fire, and the end is red hot. He looks over at the unsuspecting steed. The seahorse jumps and starts to move, tugging on the harness. It moves the gears of the mill. Mack puts the links of the manacle between two of the gears. As they come together, the link snaps, freeing Mack’s wrists. He gleefully moves his hands again. Suddenly, he hears the sound of the latch on the door. Mack dives for cover. Sawyer enters, and notices the mill moving. He stops the seahorse and looks around the place. He spots the drunken Mr. Brown in the corner. “Right where I left ya.” Sawyer checked. Sawyer takes off his coat, then notices: the sledge resting on top of the anvil. “…Not where I left ya.” Sawyer said curious. He moves casually toward the sledge and then spots something nearby: Mack’s hat. Sawyer reaches for it, but the flat of a sword blade slaps his hand. Sawyer steps back. Mack stands there, sword leveled at Sawyer. He backs Sawyer up, toward the door, as Sawyer glares at him. “I don’t fancy intruders…wait, you’re the pirate those soldiers are huntin’!” Sawyer realized. Mack acknowledges this with a tip of his head and then frowns. “Say, you seem somewhat familiar…have I threatened you before?” Mack asked, strangely finding something recognizable about Sawyer but can’t figure it out. “I’m flattered, but sorry to disappoint ya pal, I’ve made it quite a point to avoid familiarizing myself with pirates.” Sawyer replied. “Ah, well then, it would be a shame to put a black mark on your record. If you’ll excuse me…” Mack said. Beside the door is a grindstone and a sword resting in the honing guide. Before Mack can react, Sawyer has it in his hand. “Do you think this is smart, friend? Crossing blades with a pirate? Remember, making stupid decisions in Enhalas-“ Mack was reminding. “…can get ya killed, I know very well by now, thanks for the lecture, professor pirate. You threatened miss Rose.” Sawyer said annoyed, as he assumes an en grade position. Mack runs his sword blade along Sawyer’s. “Only a little. Also, my, word sure travels fast around this island.” Mack corrected. “I know a thing or two by now about eavesdropping on them soldiers when I shouldn’t be, one of my many talents.” Sawyer bragged, as Mack attacks. The two men trading feints, thrusts and parry with lightning speed, almost impossible to follow. Sawyer has no trouble matching Mack, as he lashes out in anger and frustration. “Despite the attitude, you know what you’re doing, I must concede that…excellent form! But how’s your footwork? If I step here…” Mack was saying, testing Sawyer. He takes a step around an imaginary circle, as Sawyer steps the other way, maintaining his relationship to Mack. “Very good! Now I step once more.” Mack said, continuing. “If your lil’ dance routine is supposed to piss me off, it’s working, partner.” Sawyer said getting frustrated, as Mack doesn’t care. They are now exactly opposite their initial positions. “Ta!” Mack said, applauding. Mack turns and heads for the door, now directly behind him. Sawyer registers an angry surprise, and then with a vicious overhand motion, throws his sword. It buries itself into the door, just above the latch, barely missing Mack. Mack tugs on the sword a few times, and it is really stuck in there. He rattles the latch, but the sword blocks it. Mack mouths a curse, but when he turns back to Sawyer, he’s smiling. “Wonderful trick there, except, you are between me and my way out once again. And now you have no weapon.” Mack said, taking the sword. Eyes on Mack, Sawyer lunges for a new sword from the furnace. This one has a glowing, red-hot tip. The steed, startled, starts moving. Mack looks over at the moving machinery and then leaps forward. Sawyer and Mack duel, as their blades flash and ring. Then Mack’s chain smashes across Sayer’s sword, disarming him. Sawyer grabs another, as Mack distressingly becomes aware that the entire room is filled with bladed weapons. “Who made all these?” Mack inquired. “I did, and I practice with ‘em four hours a day!” Sawyer bragged. Mack throws a tool at Sawyer’s head, and throws whatever other tools he can, as he continues to aggravate Sawyer. “You need to find yourself a partner, mate!” Mack suggested. Sawyer sets his jaw, as he reaches down and picks up a second sword. “Or, perhaps the reason you practice four hours a day is that you already found one, and are otherwise incapable of wooing said bride.” Mack taunted. He gets a direct hit, as Sawyer coils even more tightly with anger. “Funny you point that out, because I practice four hours a day so that when I meet a pirate…I can kill it.” Sawyer revealed. Fearless, Sawyer drives Mack backwards, and up, onto a movable ramp, wheels in the center. When Mack passes the mid-point, the ramp balances, and rolls wildly as the two men fight. Sawyer gets Mack’s chain wrapped around his sword, as Sawyer twists the handle of his guard through a link, and stabs the sword up. Mack’s manacled left arm is now suspended from the ceiling. Not good. He parries using one hand, twisting and dodging. Sawyer is proud of himself until Mack slams down on one of the boards. It flies up, hitting Sawyer in the chin and sending him flying off the cart. Mack tries to pull the sword out of the beam. He jumps up, wrapping his legs around the beam, using fall his weight to free the sword. Sawyer grabs another sword and jumps back onto the cart just as Mack is able to free the sword. It causes Mack to crash back onto the cart, sending Sawyer flying upward where he lands on top of one of the beams. Mack rolls off, hitting his head. Dazed, he gets to his feet, but can’t find Sawyer until he looks up…just in time to see Sawyer cutting the rope that holds a bunch of casks. “Fun, now I get to see a pirate fly and die.” Sawyer taunted, as the casks fall onto the cart, sending Mack flying up to the beam. Mack hangs onto the beam, gets to his feet and the fight continues as they both straddle the beams. Sawyer is finally able to kick the sword from Mack’s hand. Make jumps off the beam, as Sawyer follows and points his sword at the unarmed Mack. Mack compresses the bellows, blowing a shower of sparks into Sawyer’s face. “Dammit!” Sawyer yelled, unable to see, as he is knocked back and Mack kicks Sawyer’s sword out of his hand. Sawyer grabs a piece of iron, looks up and Mack’s pistol is aimed between Sawyer’s eyes. “You cheated!” Sawyer said. “Pirate.” Mack reminded, as he steps forward. Sawyer steps back, fully blocking the back door. From outside arrive the sounds of pursuit. “Move away, lad.” Mack demanded. “No.” Sawyer replied. “Please?” Mack asked. “No! I ain’t stepping aside and letting an outlaw like you escape! Turning you in would make me a fortune, boy.” Sawyer said. Mack readies his pistol, as Sawyer stares back. There is a long moment of silence. “This shot is not meant for you.” Mack said, still knowing what he’s fighting for. Mr. Brown sneaks up from behind, ready to hit Mack with his bottle. Mack then quickly turns around, knocking the bottle out of Mr. Brown’s hand, as it smashes onto the ground. He then trips him, as he slices open a bag of powder, masking his escape. “NO!” Sawyer yelled angrily, making his way through the powder to find Mack. “I almost had ‘em, still counts for a civic duty…” Mr. Brown said drunkenly, trying to get up. Tyrell and his men arrive, as Sawyer runs outside looking for Mack. “Come back here and finish this, you coward!” Sawyer yelled into the night. “Where did he go?” Tyrell asked. “Don’t know, but when I find him, he’s gonna be a dead man.” Sawyer said, fuming. “Sweep the perimeter, and make sure he’s not heading for our ships.” Tyrell ordered to his men. Mack is seen hiding behind the shop. He waits for the soldiers to pass by, and sneaks along the back. He sees the boats still in tact at the dock. He pushes one of them into the water and begins rowing. “Now without further stalling, here I go, at last!” Mack said, setting sail to Nevarro to claim his treasure. He keep sailing his way and sees several lights shining at Port Royale, indicating the search for him has gotten tighter. “Unfortunately for them, I will be taking my business elsewhere. It was a nice treat knowing you while you lasted, Port Royale.” Mack said, waving farewell to it from the distance and ready to get his pirate reputation back. Nevarro approaches on the horizon. It is a small, quiet, tropical island. He makes port on an old shore, where he sees both the navy boats that were sent to investigate are also docked. This somewhat worries Mack, as he investigates both boats. “Not touched in hours…” Mack said, feeling both boats, and getting an uneasy feeling. “Eh, perhaps they simply lost their bearings.” He carefully walks into a forest, and holds out his compass. It doesn’t point him in any direction, so he decides to go with his gut. He slashes his way through vines and bushes. At a clearing, he stumbles upon several dropped weapons and loot belonging to pirates. He picks up the bags of money and one of the swords for safe keeping. Mack keeps traveling onward, and then stops dead in his tracks when he comes across a morbid sight: Multiple dead bodies of navy soldiers from Tyrell’s men, revealing they perished by an unknown entity. “…Oh.” Mack said, examining the morbid sight before him. “They were attacked. Dead, like the others who have passed through here.” A voice said, startling Mack. An enigmatic old man reveals himself, wearing a helmet and jacket. He is riding atop a tan jellyfish, surprising Mack. “Quite a sight. Didn’t think anyone would still be alive here given the trail ’til now.” Mack said. “I am Echo, a resident of this isle. Known as Mr. Echo by many now, if you prefer. Been here a long time, I have. Let me guess, here for the treasure too?” Mr. Echo asked to him, almost comically by this point. “I could be, but if you have to ask that, then you already know the answer.” Mack said cryptically. “So it would seem. Many souls have tried to claim the relic on this isle. None of them ever came back. But you…you are different. I will help guide you to it.” Mr. Echo said curiously. “You’re helping me? Not that I’m not thankful, but usually a lone native on a mostly obscure isle leads to trouble.” Mack noted curiously. “I am not alone. These pirates, hunters and soldiers have brought nothing but chaos to this peaceful domain. If removing this treasure restores peace to the island, then it shall be done. I have spoken.” Mr. Echo replied with wisdom. “Fancy ride you have.” Mack said, impressed with the jellyfish. “I’m a jellyfish farmer here. They are representative of the beautiful life and nature this isle exhibits, and why that order should not be disrupted. Come.” Mr. Echo said, telling Mack to follow. The jellyfish rides off, carrying Echo, as Mack follows. They go to a remote part of the island, where Echo’s jelly farm is, and multiple jellyfish are flocking around. A shack is set up, where Echo resides. From the entrance, several packages of food and curious artifacts can be seen inside the residence. Echo gets off of his jellyfish and gives it a snack. “Returning the favor, as should be the natural order.” Echo spoke. “I know what you mean very well, shame many don’t appreciate returned favors today.” Mack said. “I will have one of my jellyfish guide you to the location. But you must tame it to gain its trust, or it will not let you go.” Echo said. “Seems a little much, you could just give me a tour on the way, yeah? I’m sure you aren’t that old to be unable to walk.” Mack said. “There is a strange group on the island protecting your treasure, and they are merciless. I am too old to take them on. They will attack you if you approach their fortress from the ground, grave mistake many before you have made. Flying in from a jellyfish will catch them off guard. I have spoken.” Mr. Echo said. “Whatever you say, mate. Anything to get this over with.” Mack said. Echo shows him to a hand made pen of wood, where inside of it, a lone green jellyfish awaits. “Tame the creature best you can, but bring no harm to it, or that will ruin the bond.” Mr. Echo said. “You sure are a spiritual one, bucko. Alright friend, give me your delicious offerings so we may bond for our brief journey!” Mack spoke, walking forward toward the jellyfish. The jellyfish does not respond, as it floats there, looking at Mack. Mack then does a pirate jig in hopes it will get a response, but still nothing. “Tough crowd, this one is.” Mack said. “Those fancy tricks may help a pirate, but they will not soothe a jellyfish. You must show your dominance.” Mr. Echo told him. “Right!” Mack said, drawing his sword. He steps closer toward the creature, and swings his sword around, then points it at the jellyfish, trying to assert dominance. This angers the jellyfish however, as it lets out a zap from its tentacle, disarming Mack’s sword, as it falls across the dirt. “Easy there-“ Mack was saying, as the jellyfish then whacks him with two tentacles and sends him falling to the ground. The jellyfish then floats back to its original spot, as Mack is annoyed. Mr. Echo continues to watch in curiosity. “Of all my years as a pirate, taming a beast of the wild is not exactly what I was trained for, not that we pirates really do “training”.” Mack rambled, looking frustrated at this task. “Do not attack, it will only anger the creature.” Mr. Echo said. “I wasn’t trying to, actually, that was just me trying to make a stunt.” Mack replied. “The creature has a different interpretation of attacks than us. Gain control using another way and communicate you are not its enemy. You appear sly enough to do so.” Mr. Echo told him, as he observes. Mack ponders, and gets an idea. He picks his sword back up and tips it on his finger, in a similar way Sawyer did earlier. The jellyfish watches, as Mack flings the sword into the air. Mack then takes a leap of faith and jumps on top of the jellyfish. It tries to grab him with its tentacles again, but Mack grabs both tentacles, as he uses it to steer the creature and gain control. The sword then lands, as Mack grabs it with his right hand. Mack pets the jellyfish, trying to calm it. “Easy there, jelly.” Mack said. The jellyfish stops moving and is much calmer. Mack has tamed the jellyfish, and has had his strength recognized by it. Mr. Echo is impressed and looks in wonder. “The jellyfish is now yours. Command it and it will know where to go. I wish you best of luck on your journey to the fortress, pirate.” Mr. Echo said. “I must inquire good gentleman, but while I am happy I shall be the one to remove the treasure from your island’s dilemma, why help a low life, foul pirate such as I?” Mack asked, still wondering if there’s more to this. “Around your age I once was, and I too, had a past shrouded by darkness. Come to this island to cleanse myself, I did. I hope that your current path brings you better fortune than it brought me. I have spoken.” Mr. Echo said cryptically, hinting to a deeper past for him, as he heads back to his shack. “What an odd fellow. I like him.” Mack said, as he motions the jellyfish to move. The jellyfish then flies upward, as Mack hangs on, and looks at the island of Nevarro from below, fascinated. While flying, he spots another shore, where two destroyed pirate ships are, belonging to several crews that attempted to take the treasure. However, also on the shore is a small, rusty boat, confusing Mack. Enhalas rarely sees any advanced machinery and technology such as that, especially on obscure islands like Nevarro. Powerful countries have attempted to use technology such as this against the pirates, but the pirates are quicker to adapting than they think, or perhaps, the supernatural oddities that surround the area also played a factor in keeping them away. Whatever it means, Mack knows this will only complicate his hunt further. Mack keeps flying, and sees a large, run down steel bunker ahead, which is the “fortress” Echo described. Mack tells the jellyfish to go lower, as he tries to make out what he can. From a stealthy view, he sees several mysterious, cloaked, rugged tattooed people holding weapons. They are carefully guarding the “fortress”. “Motley lot.” Mack noted. Mack has no idea what to make of this group. Were they secret island natives? Cannibals? Another group of pirates or hunters? Whoever they were, one thing is clear: They are in the way of his treasure. Below him, he spots the bodies of Valek’s initial group of men that were sent to investigate. They too perished by whoever the strange group guarding the fortress is. Mack makes the jellyfish go down lower into the trees, and hides behind one. The jellyfish then makes a noise and carefully flies away from the area. “One way trip, eh? Thanks for your service, jell acquaintance.” Mack said to the jellyfish, as he sees it flying off back to Echo’s farm. Mack walks carefully through the trees, trying to get closer to the bunker up ahead. He then improvises a plan, as he casually strolls out in the wide open. All of the people aim their guns and broken weapons right at Mack. “Don’t take one more step, pirate!” A woman yelled, ready to fire her gun. “Oh, but I shall. You stand between my prize that I plan to commandeer and use said riches to rise up back to the top of the totem pole. Unlike the other saps before, I am much different, for I be Captain Mack Stark. Surely you’ve heard of me, yeah?” Mack bragged, trying to distract them. “Never heard.” A sniper from up top replied, as he opens fire, and Mack runs around, avoiding shots. Mack then swings his sword, clashing with several of the bullets. He then goes into hiding behind another tree, as another blast hits one of the branches. “Oh dear.” Mack said, as he looks through the items he salvaged from the pirate loot. He shoots one of the looted pistols at a guard, hitting them in the arm, and disarming their rusted blade. He sends several more shots to scare them off, but the gun runs out of ammo. He is annoyed and tosses the pistol right at a guard’s head, angering them. “Lootin’ really is a game of roulette, you never know if you’ll get the bad end of the draw.” Mack said to himself. The guard approaches closer, as Mack runs around the trees, hiding from the angry guard. Mack approaches behind the guard, and taps his shoulder. The guard turns around, seeing Mack is gone, as they swing their sword at a tree. Mack then jumps them from behind and knocks them in the back of their head with his sword’s hilt, making the guard fall unconscious to the ground. The other guards come to this sight, and Mack is gone. “Who else wants a piece of me?” Mack bragged, as his voice echoes through the forest, and the guards angrily fire their guns around. Mack then swings down from a tree and knocks down two of the guards. He then slashes his sword at another guard, stabbing them in the leg. He keeps playing around with the others, swinging his sword around. One guard stabs their sword forward, but Mack avoids it and then trips them to the ground and knocks them out. Another guard tries to punch Mack, but he grabs their arm and throws them forward. Mack then jumps up, grabbing a large branch above, and spins off of it. He lands deeper into the forest, right into a group of more guards. “…Oh.” Mack realized. “End of the line, pirate scum.” One of them said, about to fire. Suddenly, multiple gun blasts go off, taking out the group one by one. Mack slashes at the two remaining guards, knocking them down. Mack is curious where these blasts came from, as he cautiously waves his arms in the air. “…Parlay?” Mack bargained to the shooter, whoever it may be. The shooter approaches from the shade, revealing a rusty, black assassin robot holding guns in both hands. The robot is made of junk and scrap, not looking very advanced. Mack is fascinated by this odd sight for a pirate setting, and realizes it must have taken the rusty boat he saw earlier. The robot approaches the two remaining guards, and kills both with two shots. “Uh…thanks, mechanical terror from beyond my wildest dreams.” Mack said curiously, as the robot begins to analyze Mack to determine if he is a threat. “Are you with the guild, pirate?” The robot asked. “I suppose you could say I’m a friend of someone associated with the guild, if that counts on your computer’s programming.” Mack said. Mack then pokes the robot’s steel core with his sword. “Do not do that.” The robot said sternly. “My apologies. You got a name?” Mack asked. “IR-44. I am an assassin for the guild, and have been sent for the asset identified as the “treasure”.” IR-44 said. “Great, so am I. I am Captain Mack Stark, surely you have heard of me!” Mack bragged. “No.” IR-44 replied. “Disappointing. But perhaps we can ally together for this task, you have quite the gunslinging methods.” Mack said, impressed. IR-44 processes this. “We may, but only one of us walks away with the treasure.” IR-44 replied. “How about we split it 60-40?” Mack offered. “That is an uneven deal.” IR-44 replied. “Blasted machine…help me get in and we’ll figure that out, savvy?” Mack replied to the machine. “Yes. There are still several guards waiting at the entrance. I must warn you that if I am captured, I must initiate a self-destruct protocol.” IR-44 said. “Let’s not do that, yeah? Follow my lead.” Mack replied, as the two head back to the bunker. They hide behind trees, as they see several snipers up top, and a three more guards stationed outside, waiting for the rest to come back. “On my signal-“ Mack was saying. IR-44 then walks forward. “What is that thing?!” One of the guards yelled, shooting at it. IR-44 then begins to spin its body around, and opens fire at the snipers on top, taking them out. “You sure have initiative.” Mack said impressed, walking forward, and clashes his sword with one of the remaining guards. Mack slides his sword along the guard’s blade like he did to Sawyer, and grabs him. He tosses him against the metal wall. IR-44 then shoots him, and takes out the lone remaining guard. “Show-off.” Mack said, as the two head for the bunker. The two enter the bunker cautiously, waiting to see if anyone else is waiting inside for them. There is no movement. There is much junk scattered across the floor. At the end of the room, thrown against papers, is an emerald studded metal treasure chest with a mysterious lock. “Well that is a conundrum, Higgs never mentioned it’d be locked up…” Mack said, pondering a new improvisation. IR-44 then opens fire at the lock, breaking it off. “Just as planned!” Mack said. He slowly opens the treasure chest. Mack expects a lot of untold riches. But what he gets is something else entirely. Instead the chest is…an unidentifiable, mysterious green slug like creature with two, small black eyes. Mack is paralyzed by this, as this is not what he expected was worth all the trouble over. Yet, Mack feels something majestic, fascinating and unnatural about this creature. It is no ordinary “treasure”, he knew that much, at least not ones he’s familiar with. The “Treasure” stares at Mack in fascination, and smiles. IR-44 then points its gun at The Treasure and is about to fire. “Whoa, whoa…hold up mate, this treasure looks to be very valuable, and a living being.” Mack said, trying to make IR-44 lower its gun. “My command was specific: I have orders to terminate.” IR-44 said, pointing its rusty gun to the creature, as it gives off sad eyes. A gun blast goes off. Suddenly, IR-44’s body collapses to the ground, fried due to a shot into the back of its metal head from Mack. He stole IR-44’s other gun when it wasn’t looking, and tosses it aside. “Treasures aren’t for “termination", especially…this.” Mack said. Mack stares at the strange slug creature in curiosity, wondering what he has gotten himself into. … Meanwhile, The Eclipse Pearl is sailing through the murky seas of Enhalas, surrounded by the ominous fog again. The light from Juliet’s medallion reaches the ship, as the light shines onto a mechanism which records where it’s traveling from on a paper, and makes a compass point in the direction of Port Royale. The pirate crew gasps upon seeing this, and realizes it only means one thing. A pirate goes into the captain’s cabin to report this. A lone figure is sitting at the desk, mostly obscured by the shadows. “Captain Bedossa…the last piece of the gold has finally been found. It’s coming from Port Royale, according to the directions.” The pirate reported to the one known as Bedossa, who stands up. “Aye, it truly has been a long time. To Port Royale we be headin’, boys!” Bedossa decreed sinisterly, letting out a smile. Notes/Trivia: -Character Debuts: Mack Stark, Juliet Rose, Sawyer Turner, Hector Bedossa, Admiral Valek, Commodore James Tyrell, Mr. Echo, Governor Isaac Rose, Vince Higgs, Mr. Brown, Pearson, Toby, Murray, IR-44 and -Area Debuts: Enhalas, Port Royale, Nevarro -Ship Debuts: The Eclipse Pearl, Dauntless, Crimson Devil, Interceptor, and Jolly Mon (sunk) -Enhalas is based on the Bahamas and in turn, Caribbean sea. Like Posidonia in Mystic Guardians, it is also named after a sea plant, in this case, Enhalus. I feel so content after writing this. The spark really is back.
  6. To those who remember in the past, we held best episode tournaments for Seasons 9A, 6, 4, 2, 10, 9B and 1 of SpongeBob in this forum. It's back again, this time for Season 3! Using challonge, I've placed all of the classic S3 episodes into a bracket. You will vote for which one is the best until we get a winner overall. Here's the first matches for Round 5, the winners will move onto Round 6, the finals (note: Krusty Krab Training Video is on standby): SPONGEBOB SEASON 3 TOURNAMENT ROUND 5 (PART 1): MATCHES 31-33 MATCH 31: Snowball Effect vs. Can You Spare a Dime? MATCH 32: Krab Borg vs. No Weenies Allowed MATCH 33: Chocolate With Nuts vs. Just One Bite I won't give my thoughts to not influence the vote, but you are more than welcome to post in this topic. I do encourage people to explain their choices to get some discussion going in this topic. Anyways, you will have until January 20th at 7:00pm to vote in this round. I will make a new thread signaling when it is time for Round 6. As a recap, there are 3 matches left after this one.
  7. Winners: Match 27: Snowball Effect Match 28: No Weenies Allowed Match 29: Chocolate With Nuts Match 30: Krusty Krab Training Video
  8. To those who remember in the past, we held best episode tournaments for Seasons 9A, 6, 4, 2, 10, 9B and 1 of SpongeBob in this forum. It's back again, this time for Season 3! Using challonge, I've placed all of the classic S3 episodes into a bracket. You will vote for which one is the best until we get a winner overall. Here's the matches for Round 4, the winners will move onto Round 5, the semi-finals (note: there are still some episodes on standby, so this is not the final batch): SPONGEBOB SEASON 3 TOURNAMENT ROUND 4: MATCHES 27-30 MATCH 27: Snowball Effect vs. Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy V MATCH 28: Doing Time vs. No Weenies Allowed MATCH 29: Idiot Box vs. Chocolate With Nuts MATCH 30: Krusty Krab Training Video vs. SpongeBob Meets the Strangler I won't give my thoughts to not influence the vote, but you are more than welcome to post in this topic. I do encourage people to explain their choices to get some discussion going in this topic. Anyways, you will have until January 17th at 7:00pm to vote in this round. I will make a new thread signaling when it is time for Round 5. As a recap, there are 6 matches left after this one.
  9. Results: Match 19: Snowball Effect Match 20: Doing Time Match 21: Idiot Box Match 22: Krusty Krab Training Video Match 23: Krab Borg Match 24: Just One Bite Match 25: SpongeBob Meets the Strangler Match 26: Can You Spare a Dime?
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    266 - Escape from Glove World - 11:00 AM ET/PT: SpongeBob and Patrick are sent to jail in the underground tunnels of Glove World, leading to a daring escape.
  11. Premieres: Saturday, January 18th @ 11:00am ET/PT Encores: Sunday, January 19th @ 9:30am ET/PT Sunday, January 19th @ 1:00pm ET/PT Plot: SpongeBob and Patrick are sent to jail in the underground tunnels of Glove World, leading to a daring escape. Guest Star: Rob Paulsen
  12. Happy birthday @WinterArcanine!
  13. jjsthekid


    this looks so stupid
  14. got my wisdom teeth (and four other teeth) yanked...sedation is literally time travel bros, holy shit.

    1. That Excited SpongeKid

      That Excited SpongeKid

      i got five teeth pulled out once! i'm 20 now and still have baby teeth, i may need to get those pulled at some point

  15. To those who remember in the past, we held best episode tournaments for Seasons 9A, 6, 4, 2, 10, 9B and 1 of SpongeBob in this forum. It's back again, this time for Season 3! Using challonge, I've placed all of the classic S3 episodes into a bracket. You will vote for which one is the best until we get a winner overall. Here's the matches for Round 3, the winners will move onto Round 4: SPONGEBOB SEASON 3 TOURNAMENT ROUND 3: MATCHES 19-26 MATCH 19: Snowball Effect vs. One Krabs Trash MATCH 20: Doing Time vs. Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy IV MATCH 21: The Algae's Always Greener vs. Idiot Box MATCH 22: Krusty Krab Training Video vs. The Great Snail Race MATCH 23: The Camping Episode vs. Krab Borg MATCH 24: Just One Bite vs. Missing Identity MATCH 25: SpongeBob Meets the Strangler vs. Ugh MATCH 26: Can You Spare a Dime? vs. Mid-Life Crustacean I won't give my thoughts to not influence the vote, but you are more than welcome to post in this topic. I do encourage people to explain their choices to get some discussion going in this topic. Anyways, you will have until January 15th at 7:00pm to vote in this round. I will make a new thread signaling when it is time for Round 4.
  16. Results: Match 10: Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy V Match 11: No Weenies Allowed Match 12: The Camping Episode Match 13: Krab Borg Match 14: Chocolate With Nuts Match 15: Just One Bite Match 16: Missing identity Match 17: SpongeBob Meets the Strangler Match 18: Mid-Life Crustacean
  17. Week of January 5, 2020 to January 12, 2020 #1: Community Peacematch: Beyond Redemption - 192 #2: Pirate Legends - 66 #3: SBCinema - 65 #4: Total Cartoon Island Strikes Back! - 64 #5: The Silly Adventures of Patrick Star - 64 #6: Power Rangers: Multiverse Force - 41 #7: JCMovies - 36 #8: Oh Yeah! Collections - 25 #9: SpongeBob SquarePants: Lost in Translation - 19 #10: Squidward Chat! - 19 #11: Sub-Tropical Academy - 18 #12: 4EverGreen Presents One Shot Stories - 10 #13: Tyeam Universe - 9 #14: Cerebus the Aardvark (reboot) - 8 #15: Tales from the Crypt - 6 #16: Squnschpunsch - 6 #17: Bikini Bottom Nature Watch - 6 #18: MR: Masked Rider - 5 #19: The Goofy Gooberz Show - 5 #20: Gambol's Program - 5 #21: The Misadventures of Casper and Wendy - 5 #22: The Adventures of LMFAO - 5 #23: "Forum Wars" miniseries: sequel to "The Death of SpongeBob Community". - 5 #24: Nickelodeon Heroes 3.5 - 4 #25: the legendarium show of mythix - 4
  18. Happy birthday @Lightning McStorm!
  19. Tonight's game: https://skribbl.io/?fR8yyPH3Dl
  20. Spyro Reignited Trilogy (currently on Year of the Dragon)
  21. To those who remember in the past, we held best episode tournaments for Seasons 9A, 6, 4, 2, 10, 9B and 1 of SpongeBob in this forum. It's back again, this time for Season 3! Using challonge, I've placed all of the classic S3 episodes into a bracket. You will vote for which one is the best until we get a winner overall. Here's the matches for Round 2, the winners will move onto Round 3: SPONGEBOB SEASON 3 TOURNAMENT ROUND 2: MATCHES 10-18 MATCH 10: Club SpongeBob vs. Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy V MATCH 11: No Weenies Allowed vs. My Pretty Seahorse MATCH 12: The Camping Episode vs. Clams MATCH 13: Krab Borg vs. New Student Starfish MATCH 14: Plankton's Army vs. Chocolate With Nuts MATCH 15: Just One Bite vs. Wet Painters MATCH 16: Born Again Krabs vs. Missing Identity MATCH 17: The Bully vs. SpongeBob Meets the Strangler MATCH 18: Mid-Life Crustacean vs. Rock a Bye Bivalve I won't give my thoughts to not influence the vote, but you are more than welcome to post in this topic. I do encourage people to explain their choices to get some discussion going in this topic. Anyways, you will have until January 12th at 7:00pm to vote in this round. I will make a new thread signaling when it is time for Round 3.
  22. Winners: SpongeBob Meets the Strangler Rock a Bye Bivalve One Krabs Trash Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy IV Idiot Box Ugh Krusty Krab Training Video The Great Snail Race Can You Spare a Dime? Next thread coming up momentarily.
  23. In a surprise twist, we're actually getting DLC: Looks like they are doing course correction from a few SWSH complaints. The first DLC expansion, Isle of Armor, will be released in June 2020. The second one, The Crown Tundra, will be released in fall 2020. And with them, comes returning old mons, new locations, new characters, new forms and new mons. Here's a few that we got revealed today: Galarian Slowpoke (available now, will be able to eventually evolve into either Galarian Slowbro or Slowking when the expansions are out): Kubfu (new legendary, Fighting): Urshifu (Kubfu's evolution, Fighting/Dark for Single Strike form or Fighting/Water for Rapid Strike form): Calyrex (new legendary, Psychic/Grass): Galarian Moltres: Galarian Zapdos: Galarian Articuno: New Regis: Gigantamax forms for Venasaur, Blastoise, Cinderace, Inteleon and Rillaboom are also in there. And that's not all, here's a treat for Mystery Dungeon fans: A remake of Rescue Team will be released March 6th, 2020.
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