Pete Winning and the Pirates Page #3

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- We all like the bounty from the queen,

and the respect of the Crimsons.

Everybody knows Carmen

has one of the maps.

- You know where they are?

- What's it to you?

Everybody knows who has the maps,

it's a matter of finding where.

Where is Carmen, by the way?

- Who has the map of the east?

- Well, that would be One-Eyed Bill,

in three days tops.

- This wannabe-Crimson is still alive.

- You'll let me go?

- 'Course we will.

But don't think you'll be

keeping any of your lasers.

- One-Eyed Bill has the other map.

He was last seen headin'

straight for the queen's palace.

Three days.

And if you get movin', you

could probably intercept them.

He's just one man, clever as all hell,

but just one man.

- One man?

I can respect that.

But a man who doesn't need a

crew is a man I'd worry about.

- Anything else you'll be wanting?

- Well sure, we'll take your fuel.

- Ha!

I could smell that exhaust

from a kilometer away.

We don't use that stuff.

Our engines run on water.

- Run on water?

- Got it.

- What am I?

An ugly?

We don't touch that oil garbage.

It's what got us into this

mess in the first place!

Captain!

How do I get that bilge pump workin'?

- You don't.

We're out of fuel.

What now, Captain?

- Hoist the sail, we'll have

to tack our way to shore.

- You mean the sail I

was using as my shield?

- That looks like a fishnet now.

- Yeah, that sail.

- Isn't this the part where you say

you'll think of something?

- How's your backstroke?

- Uh, Pete.

- We're gonna need a bigger boat.

- Don't worry, it's just one shark.

- Uh, boss, boss!

- There's another one over here too, guys.

- Well, this is not ideal.

What?

Who the?

- The name's Grace, and you are?

You better tell me your name,

or I'll just write Drenched

Sea Rat on your tombstone.

- Well I suppose you could call me.

So where are we, exactly?

- You're in the town of Ilie.

A haven for the roughnecks

and the vagabonds.

And since you look more like a character

from Oliver Twist than a

daring rider of the waves,

I figure it suited us.

I'd let that dry off if I were you.

You know, before you blow your arm off.

Where are the others?

- You're the only refugee I

found on this godforsaken beach.

- Crew.

I--

- Don't.

We don't have the luxury

to feel sorry for ourselves

here, Mr. Winning.

You have to look out for yourself.

- Why'd you save my life?

- Don't get all warm and

fuzzy on me now, Pete.

Luck is all that brought us together.

I didn't want it.

It clashes.

- There are--

- Civilization, good sir.

I need a drink, and you need a towel.

- Snap out of it.

I need help tying this off.

He's gonna be all right.

- Saved me.

- That's what we do, dear.

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