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The scientist had just finished up showing each pirate their rooms. 'Good thing this old house has so many guest rooms,' Darwin thought as he walked back downstairs.
"So Chuck, what's for dinner?" the Pirate Captain asked, "The crew has barely eaten all day."
"You got any ham?" the Pirate with Gout asked.
"But it's not 'Ham Night'," the Albino Pirate spoke up.
"But we're in London!" argued the Pirate with Gout, "I've always wanted to try ham from London."
The other pirates agreed. "Well, it looks like we're having two Ham Nights tonight," said the Pirate Captain, smiling a little. He then turned to Darwin. "Well, what do you say?"
Darwin wanted to stay on the Pirates' good side. If not, he would never get that dodo. "Of course Captain, " he said with a convincing smile, "In fact, I'll go down to the butchers and get, th-the biggest, plumpest, freshest ham I can find!"
The pirates were all silenced. They looked at Darwin as if he were covered in gold. Nervous, the scientist looked back at the Pirate Captain, who was giving him a stern look.
"You aren't pulling my leg, are you Charles?"
"O-o-of course not!" Darwin replied quickly, "I-In fact, I'll go get it right now!" With that, he grabbed his coat, gave Mr. Bobo a look that said "Don't let them destroy anything," and ran out the door.
()()()()()()()()
The ham shone in the light of the oven, making it look as if Heaven's life itself was touching it. The top was a perfect golden brown while the inside was a rosy pink. The smell, oh Neptune's Triton the smell! The ham smelt more delicious than anything they had ever had on the ship. A few of the pirates had to clamp their hands over their mouths to keep from drooling. None of them could step away from the oven with a small window in it, and the beautiful ham baking inside. Even the Pirate with a Scarf couldn't resist.
"Um, gentlemen?" Darwin said, "It still has twenty minutes took cook, so um, you can sit down." The pirates didn't reply. "Or not..." He glanced at Mr. Bobo, who was setting the table. The monkey just gave a shrug of his shoulders.
Darwin sighed. He could be the most brilliant man in all of England, and he still wouldn't be able to understand these pirates.
"So Chuck, what's for dinner?" the Pirate Captain asked, "The crew has barely eaten all day."
"You got any ham?" the Pirate with Gout asked.
"But it's not 'Ham Night'," the Albino Pirate spoke up.
"But we're in London!" argued the Pirate with Gout, "I've always wanted to try ham from London."
The other pirates agreed. "Well, it looks like we're having two Ham Nights tonight," said the Pirate Captain, smiling a little. He then turned to Darwin. "Well, what do you say?"
Darwin wanted to stay on the Pirates' good side. If not, he would never get that dodo. "Of course Captain, " he said with a convincing smile, "In fact, I'll go down to the butchers and get, th-the biggest, plumpest, freshest ham I can find!"
The pirates were all silenced. They looked at Darwin as if he were covered in gold. Nervous, the scientist looked back at the Pirate Captain, who was giving him a stern look.
"You aren't pulling my leg, are you Charles?"
"O-o-of course not!" Darwin replied quickly, "I-In fact, I'll go get it right now!" With that, he grabbed his coat, gave Mr. Bobo a look that said "Don't let them destroy anything," and ran out the door.
()()()()()()()()
The ham shone in the light of the oven, making it look as if Heaven's life itself was touching it. The top was a perfect golden brown while the inside was a rosy pink. The smell, oh Neptune's Triton the smell! The ham smelt more delicious than anything they had ever had on the ship. A few of the pirates had to clamp their hands over their mouths to keep from drooling. None of them could step away from the oven with a small window in it, and the beautiful ham baking inside. Even the Pirate with a Scarf couldn't resist.
"Um, gentlemen?" Darwin said, "It still has twenty minutes took cook, so um, you can sit down." The pirates didn't reply. "Or not..." He glanced at Mr. Bobo, who was setting the table. The monkey just gave a shrug of his shoulders.
Darwin sighed. He could be the most brilliant man in all of England, and he still wouldn't be able to understand these pirates.
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One of the short Pirates! Band of Misfits stories I'm writing. Expect more soon. Hope you enjoy! 
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Meriwether: Well how am I supposed to keep myself entertained until the ham is.... *looks over at his beetle collection* oooh pretty~ *Goes and gets it. She carefully takes them out and constructs a model town out of various pots and pans and boxes* Ok and there~ *She smiles to her self and moves the insects around like they're people that live in the town. Speaks as a beetle* Aah, the city is under attack! *Gets up and attacks the model town* Raah! *She shoves a fake building, about to step on beetle*