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The hole in Peters chest from the spear was bleeding badly but it had missed his heart. Of little matter thought Peter the sharks shall soon find me and make a snack of this rogue. He laid there bobbing on the waves unwilling to roll over and finish what that seaman had started. It wasn't long before the first fin broke the surface and signaled his end had arrived. The sharks circled in a ever decreasing pattern and Peter was sure he would be going to ol Davey Jones soon when a shadow fell across him. He lapsed into sleep and was unaware of the rough sea hands that pulled him from the waves. Twas none other than the Merchants Misfortune crew the worst bunch of cutthroats in the sea. The Captain , Paul , was glad to see his brother , Peter, was stil alive but sad to see the plans had gone so wrong. No matter he thought "Run up the sails" he barked to his crew "we have a ship to catch and my brother will be wanting revenge". The cannons layed below deck ready for the battle to come.
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