Jack Robin’s Fate
Jack Robin and his fellow lads were shipwrecked on the outsides of Hawaii. The lads were all so frustrated of everything that has been happening, stayed up for nights on in looking out for his fellow mates. As the nights went on Jack had noticed that things had been getting plundered from the ship by a traitor, so everyone had to keep their eyes wide open for the picaroon. If any of the lads were to see the traitor come back sometime that night they were ordered to capture and stow the thief in the bilge.
“Arr! Me booty be stolen by an individual and I want to see him now!” Captain Jack yelled.
“But Cap’n, we have been looking for the rapscallion since we got marooned on the island and haven’t heard or seen any sign of the scoundrel,” his second in command Rayleigh said.
“I don’t care! I want that traitor to dance with the hempen jig as soon as possible. Does everyone understand?” Captain Jack said.
“Aye sir,” the crew said.
The following night none of the crewmembers wanted to sleep until their captain stopped to hang the jib so they actually could start their search in peace and quiet. Eventually Jack passed out right next to his precious loot that took a lifetime of pillaging to get.
“Blimey! I can’t believe we can’t catch the pirate that is stealing our treasure. I hope we find him soon and send him to Jack Ketch so he can serve his life in Davy Jones’ Locker,” Rayleigh said.
For weeks on end the mates and the captain have been searching for coffer of stolen goods. One by one the crew started to fall to scurvy and not to make things better their food supply was running low ‘til eventually they couldn’t find the scallywag and all succumbed to disease and starvation.
