Playing Pirates

Postby Daniel » Wed Nov 07, 2007 11:40 am

Originally Posted by: Dungeon Master

Jean’s second tying up was a game of pirates. If memory serves, this game came after Tessa's kidnapping. Josh, Ben, Tommy (Josh’s little brother) and I were playing pirates in the basement, the usual place. Josh was berating the younger kids for their less than copious use of “pirate talk.”
“Arr, come on cap’n sir, they’re new to this,” I said.
“I don’t care, ya bilge rat! If ya want to be a pirate, ya’ve got to talk like one!” said Josh.
“Why do they want to be pirates?” Jean asked as she came down the stairs.
“Because! No be quiet, or I’ll send you to Davy Jones’ locker!” said Josh.
“The musician?” Jean asked on her way to her room, on alcove on the side of the basement separated by two accordion doors. Jean sat down to read, with her doors open so that she could watch us. We boys continued playing. First Josh taught Ben and Tommy how to properly fight with a sword (as far as he knew, which was not at all).
“Aye, now you two no how to fight!” he said.
“So, cap’n sir, what are we going to do now? Dig for treasure?” asked Tommy.
“Aye matey, but first we need a map. Follow me! Charge!” shouted Josh. Ben and Tommy yelled, and ran off in two different directions. Ben ran into the unfurnished storage side of the basement. Tommy initially charged Jean but saw Ben and turned around to follow. Josh slapped his forehead.
“Cap’n sire, I’ll continue the attack! You can get the rest of the crew!” I said.
“Aye, thank you Mr. Christian!”
“Mr. Christian?”
“I heard Bugs Bunny say it once.” I remembered the cartoon he was talking about. At the time, none of us had heard the story of Fletcher Christian and the Bounty. I raised my plastic sword and ordered the cannons to fire. Our prey, an unarmed merchantmen surrendered. We pulled alongside and boarded, swords drawn. We surrounded Jean with our swords.
“I surrender!” said Jean, putting up her hands.
“Tie her to the mast!” yelled Josh. Jean walked over to a support pillar in the middle of the basement and stood up against it, hands at her sides. Tommy, Ben and I tied Jean to the pillar with the pink rope. A minute later it comically fell down. Josh exited the closet with our toy treasure (plastic gold coins, plastic play jewelry of various sorts. Only enough to fill a shoebox.) and slapped his head.
“You swabs! I’ll do it. I’ll show you how to tie a knot, then you’ll swab the deck!”
“Aye aye captain,” we said, our heads hung in shame. Josh now explained how to tie secure knots that come off with out much trouble. Jean was tied to the pillar with several coils of rope around her torso, arms at her sides. We did not gag her because for some reason I was under the impression that pirates did not use gags. If I had to guess, which may be pointless, I would say at the time I had never seen cartoon pirates (the only kind of pirates I had seen at the time) gag their prisoners, although every other time I saw I tv character tied up, there was a gag. You can imagine how my young brain analyzed this. I think I did want to gag Jean at the time.

Josh lectured Ben and Tommy on how to fight once again. Then we interrogated our prisoner.
“We’re is your treasure map?” Josh asked her.
“There isn’t one, I memorized it. But I’ll lead to the treasure. Untie me and I can draw a map,” Jean said. We untied her and brought paper and pencil. She drew a crude island with an X and two palm trees. Our ship anchored off a deserted island. We bound Jean’s hands and rowed for shore.
“Arr, bring us to the treasure!” said Josh, pointing his sword at her.
“Alright, follow me!” she said and led us around the island (the house). Our trek came to an end in the kitchen, where we dug up the treasure (ate candy).