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  1. A few days late, but I really wanted to think this over instead of rushing some uninspired stuff out. Still kind of wild to me I've been here 10 years, sometimes it feels like I'm in some wild acid trip that I haven't quite awaken from (and if I am, don't wake me up please). To get it out of the way: Nah, not doing shoutouts. Don't have enough time honestly, and I'd rather not retread ground Steel already did in his. Instead, I'm just going to focus on my personal sentimental SBC nostalgia. I'm going to list off my favorite SBC memories, events, and spin-offs/lits, which are three important aspects that made up much of my SBC life to me at least. To start it off, here's my top 10 memories of the community: My Top 10 SBC Memories: #10: V5 Dolphin (2010) - The release of this version really changed SBC forever, beginning the transition from a bunch of scrappy rebels to an eventual full fledged website. #9: Becoming Lead Admin (2015) - It still feels unreal to me that was 5 years ago now. I'm getting too old for this! 2015 was pretty much my peak but I am glad to still be leading to the best I can. #8: Xat (2009-2018) - Yeah, sometime it sucked balls, absolutely. But when xat was great, man, did it give way to some of SBC's greatest treasures. The xat ping is an iconic noise that will forever rest in our hearts. #7: SpongeBob Jeopardy (2011-2019) - It had its highs and lows, but I truly did enjoy hosting this for 8 years. I'm glad Pictionary has been a successful replacement. #6: SpongeCraft (2015-2019) - While it sucks it petered out in activity by the end, the beginnings of SpongeCraft in early 2015 were some of my favorite SBC memories ever honestly. SC gang represent! @sbl @OWM @Patty Rose @DarknessDG #5: Joining SBC (2010) - duh lol. Honestly wouldn't have joined if it wasn't for both 70s and sbs1fan convincing me, so they have a special place in my heart for that alone. #4: Becoming a Manager (2010) - June 20th, 2010 was quite a historic day for SBC when @tvrepairman and I became admins together. Like it or hate us, it undeniably had a big impact and it's a memory I will never forget. #3: Orca 8 (2012) - SBC legit would've died if it wasn't for this version. Summer 2012 was a hell of a nostalgic time for me and this was a big reason why. #2: Starfish 11 (2015) - IPS 4 has been my favorite software we've used to date and I love how it turned out for V11. Fall 2015 memories mang. #1: Riffing Theater 3000 (2013-2018) - Some of the riffs haven't aged well, but man, helming this really made up a lot of good memories for those 5 years. My favorite SBC projects have been ones where everyone collaborated together and this executed it a lot better than it had any right to. I laughed so many times during this and also cringed many times, but it was a ride I'll never forget. While I personally have no plans for a revival or continuation anytime soon, never say never either. Events have become a big SBC staple, and I thought it'd be different to list my favorites from the past decade. My Top 10 SBC Events: #10: March Madness 2013 - I won't deny, yes, this event got a bit too wild for its own good, and four teams were undeniably a dogshit braindead idea, BUT goddamn, my nostalgic moist meter can't leave it off of here. It was our first true teams event, setting in motion 7 years worth of competitions, and it was fun as hell, even with the obvious problems, it made for a fun ride. At the end of the day, that's what can go a long way for some of these events. Special thanks to SOF for even making this event a reality as honestly I think people undersell how important this was in shaping future SBC events. #9: Octerror Fest 2012 - In many respects, this was our first true large scale event and therefore, I can't leave this off either due to its legacy. It introduced iFish too, which I can never forget. This was just a fun first step into our "real" events, and it makes me nostalgic for that late 2012 period, man. #8: Rodessance (2018) - When SBC commits to an event theme, it goes all out in that theme. This one wasn't a mindblowing galaxy brain cosmic magnum opus or anything, but it was just nice and fun, and the western theme led to some amusing shenanigans. It felt like a nice cap to SBC's wild summer that year. #7: Snowcember Ball 2019 - For the final competition between the Band Geeks and Drasticals, this was the best way to go out. It was close as hell and I love that type of competition. Even outside of teams, there was so much to do, moving trivia contests to quizzes was a much needed change, and the skins were some of our best designed ever (thanks Fry Cooks ). In many ways, this event felt like the end of an era honestly. Speaking of close competitions... #6: March Madness 2015 - The first real Band Geeks vs. Drasticals event, and it was our closest event ever, which kept everyone on the edge of their seat throughout. This finally felt like it perfected the teams formula, and wow, did it pay off. #5: Fab Beats February (2017) - One common criticism people understandably have with our events is that at times, they get too same-y. I think this is a rare outlier that cleverly subverted those expectations in a meaningful and fun way. The major focus on SBC Music made it feel so different than anything else and gave it a chill vibe throughout. Given SBC's long history of music stans, this added an extra layer and flavor to its depths and made it feel like a nice celebration of those aspects of the site. #4: SBC's 10th Anniversary (2019) - A fun, sentimental and at times, bittersweet, trip down memory lane that truly shows how amazing it is how far we've come. The final Jeopardy is one aspect of this I won't be forgetting anytime soon, that's for sure. And special thanks to all the users who sent in their hearty speeches about what SBC means to them, it meant a lot to staff. #3: The Super Spongy Square Games (2016) - You know me, I love some good competition, summer, and an Olympics theme. All three of those combined together made for a sweet ride on my nostalgic moist meter. The medal system was also a nice way to give recognition to people who came in 2nd and 3rd places, making it feel like anyone really had a chance throughout this. (and yes, a sequel is coming this year boys) #2: Spin-Off Festival 7 (2017) - Hands down, my favorite iteration of the Spin-Off Festival. It was active, the games were poppin', and spin-offs/lits really got those creative juices flowing. As time passes, summer 2017 is becoming nostalgic for me and this is a reason why. #1: Camp SBC (2015) - Sometimes, an event doesn't need to be huge to be great, but rather, the atmosphere and circumstances surrounding it. I think for me personally, this event encapsulated SBC for what it truly is: a community. Everyone had fun together during the games (arguably some of our most active ever) and more quieter aspects throughout the event. It was a great end to our summer and was a great little transition into Starfish 11 a month later. This was an experience I'll never forget. And last but most certainly not least: My Top 10 Spin-Offs & Literatures #10: Person: Boy Nincompoop (by @Tyrion Lannister and @CDCB ) - As a big Jimmy Neutron stan, this was made for me. It's a shame this never continued, but I understand why. #9: Community Deathmatch (by @Old Man Jenkins ) - You know what they say: It's just posts! I await the conclusion, whenever that may be. #8: Keeper of the Spatula (by @NegiSpongie ) - A very underrated gem the more the years go by. As a Lord of the Rings fan, I enjoyed the references a lot. #7: Team SpongeBob (by @teenj12 ) - Never did I see a bigger glow-up of a spin-off than this. By the end of its run, it truly became its own beast and really showed how much teenj grew as a writer. #6: Underwater Survivor: SBC Style (by @Steel Sponge ) - The Total Drama of SBC of the 2010s. When this was starting out, I religiously looked forward to this almost every week. It was my jam as a teenager, for real. I had so many fond memories speculating over this and looking forward to what would happen next. I do miss it, but at least it ended on a high note when it did. #5: One-Time SpongeBob Characters: Where Are They Now? (by @Wumbo ) - This was a cute, fun and different type of spin-off that made clever usage out of SpongeBob's very, very, very large cast. #4: The Krusty Train (by The_Cartoon) - Likely an obscure one to many now, but this was one of my favorite reads on tv.com as a kid, and I eagerly awaited every chapter non-stop. It had great stories, world-building and was just an overall fun ride. It's a shame Cartoon never gave it a proper ending, but oh well. #3: JCMovies (by @JCM ) - I won’t mince words: A good chunk of SBC literatures have aged like shit (which isn’t anyone’s fault really). But this is the one exception that has managed to stand the test of time. JCMovies is hands down one of the funniest creations ever posted on this site and it will never get old to me. I'm glad JCM brought it back for a 5th season and hope to see more whacky adventures. #2: Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy: Unite! (by @terminoob ) - Legit the best superhero spin-off ever posted on SBC or tv.com, imho. If it wasn't for this, I wouldn't have made my own Mermaid Man spin-off and I really appreciate it for that influence. #1: Spin-Off Action (by @Clappy ) - The original Total Drama of SBC and much like UWS was for me later on, this was my original jam, hands down. On tv.com, this was what I legit looked forward to on a daily basis. Clap made a great crossover series that paid respect to spin-offs of the time. Even if the revivals never panned out, I'm happy I still have the original to look back at in the future. That's all for now, see ya.
  2. Week of January 19, 2020 to January 26, 2020 #1: Community Peacematch: Beyond Redemption - 122 #2: Total Cartoon Island Strikes Back! - 68 #3: The Godspell According to Renegade: How I Found (Dis)Enlightenment Through Postmodern Zen Buddhism - 56 #4: Power Rangers: Multiverse Force - 52 #5: Pirate Legends - 47 #6: SBCinema - 46 #7: Squidward Chat! - 46 #8: 4EverGreen Presents One Shot Stories - 27 #9: SpongeBob SquarePants: Lost in Translation - 22 #10: JCMovies - 18 #11: Battle for Bikini Bottom - A Nonsensical Parody - 16 #12: The Silly Adventures of Patrick Star - 15 #13: Oh Yeah! Collections - 14 #14: Bikini Bottom Nature Watch - 14 #15: The Goofy Gooberz Show - 11 #16: Tyeam Universe - 9 #17: The Adventures of LMFAO - 8 #18: Tiki Land - 8 #19: Sub-Tropical Academy - 7 #20: Cerebus the Aardvark (reboot) - 6 #21: "Forum Wars" miniseries: sequel to "The Death of SpongeBob Community". - 6 #22: the legendarium show of mythix - 6 #23: Red Flag Savior: Rebirth of a Storm - 5 #24: MR: Masked Rider - 5 #25: Duck Dodgers 40,000 - 4
  3. 3. Not Alone Mack keeps looking at “The Treasure” in curiosity, as the inactive robot body of IR-44 rests on the floor. “A good ton of pirate lives tossed aside…all for this creature, the elusive treasure?” Mack pondered to himself. Mack examined the creature more carefully, and still had no idea what to conclude from its presence. The creature stares at him with its innocent, cute black eyes. It wags its slug-like tail to Mack, who touches it with his finger. “Have a name, I suppose?” Mack inquired to the creature. The creature keeps staring at him, and smiles. “Take it no capability of speech either. Now why would the guild of bounty put a hit out on an adorable scrump like this?” Mack pondered to himself. Something about this was not adding up in his head. He’s seen many strange deals, hunts and quests in his time in Enhalas, but this scenario in particular to him felt…different than usual. This, to him, felt more like a bounty than a treasure, which he was not comfortable with. Mack’s heart has only been it for the normal pirate life of treasure hunting and freedom, not bounties, which to him, is too much dirty work. He wondered if Higgs perhaps knew more about this then he let on, which worries Mack for a few seconds, but it’s a passing thought. Mack knows very well this creature is in danger, and he will not let it fall into anyone else’s hands. “Well little one, I shan’t know why there has been such a chaos over your obtainment, but I assure you, you shall be safe in my care. Higgs will have some blabbing to do when I return…” Mack said, as he picks up the creature. He expects it to be slimy or weird, but instead, feels its soft body. It gives him a magical feeling, and deep down, he knows it is something more. “I could become quite the famous pirate for reclaiming the reward you have on your squishy package, mate, but…” Mack said, as he begins to have an eternal conflict. He could not let anyone else know he made it to the “treasure”, or else, other pirates and hunters would likely go after him. Word spreads fast, so he plans to keep a low profile. He also knew he could not let anyone see this, given IR-44 wanted to terminate it. And if he were in the way of other hunters… “Be a good strange creature and stay in the chest, yeah?” Mack said, as he closes the lid, and then realizes, “…It can breathe in there, right?” Mack opens the chest lid back up and sees the creature is fine inside, as it looks at him in wonder once more. Mack shrugs and picks up the small chest. He begins to drag the chest across the ground as he walks forward, with the creature inside wiggling around. He stops at the entrance, and looks out both ways to make sure nobody is around. He realizes the coast is clear, and stealthily walks his way out of the bunker, dragging the chest behind him. Mack happily walks forward, ready to get back to Port Royale, when suddenly… “Hold it right there!” A voice yelled, startling Mack and the creature dead in their tracks. From the right of the forest, a group of three bounty hunters ambush the two, aiming weapons at them. “A brief few seconds of rest it appears I will not be obtaining today.” Mack muttered to himself, getting exhausted from the series of unfortunate events befalling him today. The group takes note of the guard bodies scattered about, along with IR-44’s damaged body from inside the bunker, realizing the pirate right before them took the robot out. “Worthless pile of junk. I knew we should have just gone in our selves and taken those savages out.” The lead hunter said, revealing the hunters were allied with IR-44. “Thanks for taking out the guards though, pirate. Now hand over the bounty loot.” one of the hunters said, aiming her steel gun. “Now now, lower your weapons friends. I am sure we can all come to a satisfying compromise such as all civilized folk should!” Mack said, trying to stall them. “Got some disappointing news for you pirate, but we ain’t exactly civilized folk. Only compromise we’re accepting is if you go away and hand us the treasure.” The leader spoke, as the group points their weapons closer to Mack. “That is unfortunate. Say, by any chance, do you civilized folk happen to know who or what said treasure even truly is?” Mack inquired. “The bounty guild has a lil’ policy called “don’t ask as long as you get paid”, and that’s all we need. Neptune himself could be in that chest and I wouldn’t care one bit.” The leader spoke. “I regret to inform you that Neptune himself is indeed, not in fact, not in this chest.” Mack taunted. “He’s really getting on my nerves, how about we bring him too? Two bounties will double our riches.” The third bounty hunter said to his group. “Agreed,” the other two said, as they are about to attack. Mack then laughs at this heavily, confusing the bounty hunter team. “Mind telling us…what’s so funny, guy?” The lead hunter asked angrily, about to shoot Mack. “If you are going to bring us in, I must inquire: dead or alive? Personally, I would prefer to be brought in alive, I would be much more useful to you in that condition, and I must say, my bounty is not much to scoff at! In fact, you would be better off capturing a more infamous swashbuckler like the fiend Bedossa!” Mack said to them, taunting them further and angering them. Mack then slides onto the ground, as the three hunters open fire, their bullets bouncing off the metal chest and missing Mack. The creature inside is nervous upon hearing the noises outside of its chest. Mack pushes aside one of the others while on the ground and jumps up, as he begins fighting them at once, swinging his sword at the hunters. The lead hunter quickly pulls out a machete and clashes it against Mack’s sword. One of the hunters has him in sight and tries to shoot him, but he ducks and swings his sword right at the hunter’s hand, disarming their gun. He then jabs his sword right through their waist, injuring them, and sending them to the ground. He then avoids another gunshot from the other hunter and continues dueling the leader. “Get the cargo, I’ll kill this pest!” The leader ordered to the other hunter, who runs to the chest, and Mack panics, quickly looking the other way while the leader keeps swinging their machete. The hunter opens the chest and aims their gun at the creature, which looks in fear. The hunter is baffled by this, but still is intent on completing the mission. However, he is quickly stabbed through the shoulder by Mack from behind. The hunter turns to see the leader with a giant wound across their arm and knocked to the ground, revealing Mack defeated him. Mack then grabs the hunter and throws him right inside of the bunker, making them smash against all of the junk inside. However, as the hunter falls to the ground, he activates a pressure plate. It ignites a spark hooked up to a wiring running underneath the floor. It is connected to several crates of dynamite hidden outside of the bunker in the bushes. The guards built it as a failsafe. The hunter gets up and hears the spark going off, wondering what it means. Outside, the leader gets back up and is ready to strike Mack down with the machete, when the hunter limps out of the bunker. “IT’S GONNA BLOW!” The hunter yelled, confusing the other two. “What are you talking about?” The leader asked. “That’s my cue!” Mack said, grabbing the chest, as he makes a run for it. Before the hunters can give chase, the spark reaches the dynamite crates. The entire bunker area explodes, killing the three hunters in the blast radius. The creature inside the chest hears the explosion and peeps out from the open lid out of curiosity. Mack comes out from behind a tree in the distance, and sees the bunker has turned to mostly ash. Most of the flora around the area has been scorched as well “Must have been a “last resort” if anyone got into the bunker, that would have been handier earlier…” Mack realized. Mack sees the creature’s head popping out. “Easy there, Treasure. Mind if I call you that now? You do not appear to be wearing a name tag nor can even understand me, so yes, I shall. Do not worry, Captain Mack Stark will finally get you off of Nevarro and to a much more luxurious isle where you can live like a king.” Mack promised to the creature, which he has named the “Treasure”. Mack makes his way back through the forests, taking Treasure with him. He struggles to find his way at first, but eventually traces it back after finding several of the fallen navy soldiers’ bodies, and several other familiar sights along the way. He makes his way back to the shore, and comes to an unfortunate sight: all of the boats that were there earlier are now gone. Mack is befuddled by this. “Oh come on! Who else could have possibly robbed my transport?” Mack asked, looking around for anyone. As he walks on the sandy shore, he hears a laughing nearby. He looks ahead to see several cloaked figures, who are making their way off with Mack’s boat. The thieves are holding pieces of junk salvaged from the bounty hunter’s boat and the other pirate ships from the same shore. “Hold it right there, you crooks are trying to steal my stolen boat!” Mack said, pointing his sword at the cloaked group. The figures freeze, as they all make noises and panic. Some of them try to attack Mack, as the rest keep holding the boat. Mack begins attacking them, throwing some of the figures aside, as the rest keep trying to make their way off while carrying the boat. “Oooh, he has a sword and treasure box!” One of the figures yelled, intent on taking them from Mack, but he slashes at them with his sword and knocks them down into the sand. Mack keeps swinging his sword at the other figures, and makes his way closer to the group holding the boat. The group panics, but they collectively concoct an idea together. They let Mack get closer, as he grabs the edge of the boat. “You want your boat, pirate? Okay!” One of them said. The group then altogether rocks it at once, and sends the boat flying right at Mack. He gets knocked across the sandy shore, dazing him, and dropping the chest with Treasure inside, who falls around on the inside. The group then quickly picks the boat back up and runs off into the forests, with the other figures Mack attacked getting back up. They kick sand at him, laughing and make their way off with the rest of the group. Mack gets up and angrily waves his sword at them. “You vermin think you are so clever and funny, eh? Oh, I will find you, and then it will not be so amusing!” Mack vowed, as he picks up the chest and gives chase through the island’s forests after the group. Mack slashes his way through vines, angrily hunting for the thieves. He then comes across Mr. Echo, who is riding his brown jellyfish. Mack is surprised to see him again so soon. “Ahoy, mate.” Mack greeted, as Mr. Echo notices the treasure chest. “So you obtained it after all. I was worried given the loud explosion a few moments ago, which woke me up from my nap. I came out here to make sure you were alright.” Mr. Echo explained. “Made it out without a scratch, not to worry! Never underestimate Captain Mack Stark, I took care of those guards, and some troublesome rival hunters. Now then, this is the loot everyone has been bringing chaos to your so-called peaceful isle over…” Mack explained, as he opens the chest to show Treasure to Mr. Echo, who looks at it in curiosity. “Do you know what this thing is, mate, or why there would be such a tizzy over getting it?” “I have never seen anything like it before, nor do I know why so many sought it. But this creature, wherever it may hail from, must be protected. It is clear whatever it was wanted for, it was for intent not pure of heart.” Mr. Echo said, sensing something powerful and magical lurking from Treasure, but not sure how to put it into words. “…I will protect it, though petsitting is not exactly a pirate talent of mine, I never was great with crew pets. But still, I shall keep this critter in my watch until Vince and I can figure out what to do with it. Unfortunately, I cannot return to Port Royale right now, because some nasty thieves took my boat. Your island appears to have more residents on it than I expected.” Mack noted. “Those are the sea scavengers. They are a nomadic group that steals whatever they can find left behind on any isle. They are at worst minor nuisances, they are not hostile.” Mr. Echo explained. “Well those “minor nuisances” have likely destroyed my boat by now, so if you can help me obtain new ride, that would be much appreciated.” Mack said, frustrated. “The scavengers only steal. They do not destroy. Follow, help get your boat back, I will. They will listen to me. I have spoken.” Mr. Echo said. “With your fascinating ways with words, I sure hope so.” Mack said. Mr. Echo makes his jellyfish fly off, as Mack follows once again, still holding the chest by his side. They go through a clearing and arrive at the sea scavenger camp, near another shore. There is a large, wooden boat idly resting in the water nearby, tied to a tree so it doesn’t sail off. The sea scavengers use this ship to get around the oceans. There is much junk they’ve scavenged from across the seas resting on the shore. Mack sees his boat with the other two navy boats and wrecked parts from pirate ships resting in a pile. The two enter the camp, startling the scavengers. “The pirate!” The scavengers yelled, panicking upon seeing his presence, as they run around. “It is okay. He will not harm you. Exchange his boat back, and we will be on our way.” Mr. Echo spoke, getting closer to the scavengers. “Will not harm unless this deal becomes complicated, of course.” Mack corrected. The scavengers then talk amongst themselves, making many whispers. An elder scavenger then walks forward and speaks to Mr. Echo, as Mack tries to listen in from behind. Mr. Echo then turns around to Mack. “They will trade the boat for your sword.” Mr. Echo offered. “That is not negotiable, absolutely not! This sword is my life!” Mack protested. “The pirate will not trade you the sword. Offer something else.” Mr. Echo spoke to the scavengers, as they all whisper together once more. Mack is looking more annoyed. One of the scavengers sneaks off and sees Treasure sticking its head out from the chest, looking at it curiously. It tries to reach its hand out to Treasure, but Mack puts his sword in the way, stopping him. The scavenger yelps and runs back to the crowd, as Treasure looks at this interested. “When you grow up mate, don’t become one of those.” Mack said to Treasure. Mr. Echo then turns back around to Mack. “New offer: Trade the boat for your hat.” Mr. Echo said to Mack. “Do they have sand in their ears? If I would not hand over my sword, what makes them think a hat would have a differing outcome!?” Mack asked, irritated. Mr. Echo then talks to the scavengers once more. “The pirate will not trade you any of his weapons or clothing for the boat. Please, is there anything else he can exchange?” Mr. Echo asked politely to the scavengers. The scavengers talk and whisper amongst themselves once more, as Mack is increasingly annoyed. Suddenly, through the talk, the scavengers begin to simultaneously utter one word. “Egg!” The scavengers began to chant together. “…Egg?” Mack asked, confused, as Mr. Echo talks to them further. After he’s done speaking, Mr. Echo walks up to Mack. “There is an egg that these scavengers seek on the island. However, it is guarded by the fierce horned eel.” Mr. Echo explained. “Fine, it is a preferable deal than the other two. I have gotten out of a few sticky situations involving eels so this will not be a problem gents. Show me the way to beastie!” Mack said, as he grabs the chest and is ready to head off. “Very well. He will obtain the egg for you.” Mr. Echo spoke to the scavengers. The scavengers all cheer, dancing around at once. Mr. Echo then makes his jellyfish go flying back through the forests, as Mack follows once more. Treasure sticks its head out of the chest, getting fresh air as it sees the beautiful island scenery while the two make their way through the passage. As they keep making their way, the ground gets muddier and muddier. “Yuck, I prefer to have clean boots.” Mack said, frustrated, as he carefully walks his way along the path. Mr. Echo keeps floating on his jellyfish, avoiding the mud. The two make it through a clearing, and arrive at a small grassy ledge. They look down below at a rocky, muddy plain before them. At the end of the plain is a large cave, where the horned eel and egg reside. “This is as far as I go. Good luck, Stark.” Mr. Echo said nobly to him, as he turns around, heading back toward the scavenger camp. “Hopefully this shall be my last crazy quest for the day and then I can get back to assembling a new crew.” Mack said, as he casually walks down into the muddy plain, still holding Treasure’s chest. He then places the chest on the ground, as Treasure looks out from the lid. “Stay here, mate. I…don’t want ya getting harmed from that nasty eel, yeah?” Mack said, in an actually caring manner. He is slowly realizing to himself he does truly care for this creature’s well being, and sees it than just baggage he initially thought he was stuck with. Mack then walks forward out into the plain, as Treasure waves out its sluggish tail, wanting him to come back. Mack carefully steps forward, trying not to get too deep into the mud. He makes it to the cave entrance, and readies his sword. Mack carefully walks into the cave. It is pitch black and silent. He keeps walking forward, and sees several skeletons scattered along the path. Looks like he was not the only one that attempted to grab this egg. Mack looks at the skeletons morbidly for a few moments, and then shrugs it off. “The sea gods will hopefully allow me a better fate than those chumps.” Mack said, as he keeps walking, holding his sword tight through the darkness. He arrives at a dead end, where he sees the horned eel is sleeping. It has its entire grey body wrapped around the egg in the center of it. Mack walks carefully from here, making sure not to awake the eel. He makes precise steps and manages to grab the egg, and quickly replaces it with a nearby rock in its place so the eel doesn’t suspect anything. Mack holds the mud covered egg and makes his way back. One of the eel’s eyes then opens, as it senses Mack’s presence… Mack makes it out of the cave, joyful to finally have his ticket off the island. As he approaches Treasure, a loud growl then paralyzes both of them, freezing Mack in his tracks. “…Appears I was not quite careful enough.” Mack realized, knowing what awaits behind him. He turns, to see the horned eel coming out of the cave, wanting its egg back. Mack places the egg near Treasure and jumps forward. He points his sword at the horned eel, having no fear. “Be warned, great horned eel of Navarro, I, Captain Mack Stark, have taken down quite a many of your species, and this will be no different!” Mack bragged. The eel then whacks him with its tail, sending him flying onto the muddy ground. “Oh dear.” Mack said, as he quickly gets back up. He jabs his sword multiple times, as the eel stretches its body to avoid it. It points its horn at him, as Mack jumps out of the way, avoiding its dive. It then flings dirt and mud around with its tail, as Mack covers his eyes, trying to avoid it. The eel snaps its jaw at him, as Mack backs away in fear. He then jumps on top of the eel and tries to tame it, but it will not let him. It shakes around, as Mack tries to hold on best he can. The eel shakes him off, sending him smashing against a large rock, dazing him. Mack coughs, as his sword falls to the ground. He struggles to reach for it. Treasure then notices this from the lid and is concerned. The eel angrily charges, pointing its horn to Mack’s body, who is ready to accept his fate. Suddenly… Treasure, realizing Mack is in danger, then hops out of the chest. It moves its sluggish body along the ground, and then gets closer to the eel. It moves its body, and sends out a magical pulse from its antennae. The eel is stopped, as a force begins to lift it. The eel is levitated into the air, and is unable to move, confused at what is happening. Mack manages to get back up and looks at Treasure doing this. He is surprised beyond belief, realizing he was right that Treasure truly is something special. This allows Mack enough time to stab right at the eel with his sword, which he does. The horned eel collapses to the ground, as Mack still is regaining his composure from the attack. Treasure looks tired, as it falls to the ground. Mack then picks the creature up and puts it back into the chest, where it recovers. “…Thanks. I saved your life, so you saved mine. You know how to repay the pirate debt, it appears.” Mack said, smiling at the creature. He then picks up the egg and chest, as he heads back to the scavenger camp. He returns, surprising Echo and the scavengers. Mack hands them the egg, as they al cheer. Seeing the egg, the scavengers decide to hold up their end of the bargain and hand Mack his boat back, carefully lifting it out together from the pile. He inspects it to make sure they did nothing to it. “It passes the inspection, thank you for your patronage, thieves.” Mack said, still not liking them very much, but glad this is finally over with. The scavengers break open the egg and eat from the inside of it, as Mack shrugs. Echo approaches him. “I am impressed, Stark. You have proven to be quite a formidable warrior. I am curious how you managed to take down the eel when so many others could not.” Mr. Echo said, as he sees Treasure sleeping in the chest. “Thanks. As for how I did it, consider that a pirate’s secret. I always find a way.” Mack said, covering himself cleverly and winking. Echo helps Mack carry the boat, as they head back to the shore. They reach the shore, placing the boat down. Mack places the chest on the boat, as Treasure looks out of the lid curiosly. Mack washes himself with the nearby ocean water, cleaning off the mud and dirt from his battle. As he does so, Mack thinks about how useful Echo would be to a crew and approaches him. “You know, mate…I have been looking for a new pirate crew for quite some time. Would you like to join me? You have quite the wisdom and experience that I would most appreciate.” Mack offered. “I appreciate the offer, but…I cannot. I am needed on Nevarro, where I wish to live out my remaining days in a peaceful life. You have brought that back to me now with that “treasure” being taken. That is the best debt you could have repaid for me. Take good care of the creature, I trust you will.” Mr. Echo said. “…I will. Someday, perhaps our paths with cross again, yeah?” Mack inquired to Mr. Echo. “Perhaps they shall. If you ever want my assistance, I will still be here. Brewing, a storm in the distance is. You should head out now before it gets worse. Never forget, that creature was alone just like you…until now. I have spoken.” Mr. Echo said, making Mack come to a realization. “…That is one way to look at it. Goodbye, mate.” Mack said, feeling even more of an inclination to protect Treasure, as he looks at it. Mack begins to row his way back to Port Royale, as storm clouds are forming nearby. He then looks at Treasure again, as it smiles at him. “Because of you…I’m not alone anymore. And you saved my life, that deserves another debt to repay. How about you become my honorary crew pet? Every great pirate does need their own companion pet, after all!” Mack said happily, as he has officially accepted Treasure into his crew. He keeps rowing his way back to Port Royale, with the storm in tow. Notes/Trivia: -Character Debut: Sea Scavengers
  4. Saturday, February 8th: 11:00 AM: Biddy Sitting (253B) - SpongeBob and Patrick are victims of a hoax and end up babysitting a grumpy old woman who tries to escape by all means. 11:15 AM: Who R Zoo? (263A) - SpongeBob and Patrick create their own zoo made entirely of bubbles. "Biddy Sitting" has already been leaked online for a while.
  5. Saturday, February 8th: 11:00 AM: Biddy Sitting (253B) - SpongeBob and Patrick are victims of a hoax and end up babysitting a grumpy old woman who tries to escape by all means. 11:15 AM: Who R Zoo? (263A) - SpongeBob and Patrick create their own zoo made entirely of bubbles. "Biddy Sitting" has already been leaked online for a while.
  6. Can You Spare a Dime is the winner of Season 3! Thanks to all who voted throughout these.
  7. vote for your favorite as long as it's not revival
  8. damn, I really have been on sbc for 10 years now huh

    1. Steel Sponge

      Steel Sponge

      "welcome to my life" - simple plan

    2. SpongeOddFan

      SpongeOddFan

      it's been wlid when we're just coming together like xat days @jjsthekid

  9. 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 FINAL MATCH: SPONGEBOB SEASON 3 TOURNAMENT ROUND 6 MATCH 36: Can You Spare a Dime? 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 24th at 7:00pm to vote in this round. Whichever episode wins in the end will be crowned the winner.
  10. Results: Match 34: Can You Spare a Dime? Match 35: Chocolate With Nuts Get ready for the final round!
  11. 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.
  12. Results: Match 31: Can You Spare a Dime? Match 32: No Weenies Allowed Match 33: Chocolate With Nuts Semi-finals coming up momentarily.
  13. 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
  14. Tonight's game: https://skribbl.io/?KxKyvAE7h0
  15. 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.
  16. 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.
  17. Winners: Match 27: Snowball Effect Match 28: No Weenies Allowed Match 29: Chocolate With Nuts Match 30: Krusty Krab Training Video
  18. 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.
  19. 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.
  21. 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
  22. Happy birthday @WinterArcanine!
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