Alright mates, here is that super fantastical chapter you all have been waiting for.
WARNING: People who get sick to the stomach easily, you have been warned.
The Banana Factor
Those rusty old jail doors couldn't hold George for long. Well, actually, it couldn't hold his stomach fluids for long. The barf basically melted the lock on the door after 10 minutes of constant puke.
"I hopez Mr. Bucket don't mindz me pukey and stuf
" George said between his constant chucking. He freed everyone in about 20 minutes of escaping his own cell. Now their only problem was the guard at the door.
"George could *hic* just do his *hic* thing and make the *hic* dude pass out." Brandy suggested.
"Just let me handle this guys." Banana said. She had a tinge of evil in her voice as she said this. She walked up to the man, who immediately pointed his bayonet at her. She whispered something to him, out of earshot of the others, and he lowered his gun, a dazed look on his face. She moved in closer.
"Watz she doin?" George asked stupidly.
"She's flirting with him." Anton informed him.
":O AINT NO ONE GONNA MES WITH MAH WOMAN!" George screamed, grabbing one of Brandy's bottles and charging the soldier. Before either Banana or the naval man knew what was happening, George had smacked the guard on the head with bottle, knocking him out instantly. He then proceeded by projectile vomiting on him.
"Uh.... whoaz. Wat jus happened?" George said as he stared blankly at the unconscious man on the floor, puke dripping from his mouth and staining his shirt.
"Well that worked better then I expected!" Banana muttered to herself with a chuckle. She walked out the door, and George followed, tripping over himself while still trying to figure out what he did. Britney was pretty resistant. Anton had to drag him up the stairs and out the door before the sunlight caused him to spring up. No one still has any idea what's going on inside his brain.
"GAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!" Britney screamed. Banana slapped him and went along to continue with her plan. It went great, with basically the same thing happening. Banana flirting. George going insane. More puke. Finally, they came to the stone dock at the front of Kingshead. There stood Cutler Beckett.
"Cutler Bucket...." George whispered, his brain still processing the words that escaped his mouth. Banana walked slowly up to him. He was alone, which was strange. He usually had a bunch of guards. He saw her and drew a dagger. Banana started her whispering. Bucket looked like he was trying to fight the urge to fall under her spell. He was closing his eyes tightly. Shaking his head. Suddenly, he stopped, and dropped the dagger, standing there, with a stare that was as blank as George's. Banana shoved him over the edge and into the water. She turned around and smiled at the group before walking up to a dinghy and signaling for the rest to follow.
"What in *hic* the hell *hic* did she do?" Brandy asked drunkly.
"Lets just call it The Banana Factor." Anton told him, before dragging Britney on board the tiny vessel.
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Well yea, sorry bout the length :/ Took me a while to write this one believe it or not. Been having some writers block, keeping me from coming up with better ideas, but I'm trying. I'll try and make the next one longer. But enjoy!