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Part III
Zeke dropped, withdrew his two double barreled pistols and fired. The four shots took down four of the ten vets. The brace of daggers he kept hidden in the sleeves of his jacket took care of the rest. "Dont make em like they used to, eh jason?" Jason grinned, then they both took to running, sliding down the rocky cliff above the secret back dock. "My sloops anchored about 60 yards out," said Jason. Zeke nodded. "Good, I stole a light sloop, the blasted things probably already sunk. There were holes all over it. We best be making for Isla de Avaricia. We can lose the navy's scent." And so they set a course for Isla de Avaricia, the sun rising behind them...
Some time later on the island of tortuga...
Zeke walked into the King's Arm, amidst cheers and applause. He laid the plans down on a table, and slid out of his jacket. "Great to be home..." As he took a swig of rum, he noticed something on the plans. The original date had a light slash on it, something he had missed before. A new date was written below it. That's tomorrow, he thought to himself...
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