Pete Winning and the Pirates

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After the great flood of 2029

and the ensuing war, food and

drinkable water became scarce.

Radiation pockets made sea travel

the only method of transportation.

Both difficult and dangerous.

A self-crowned queen holds a monopoly

over the safe zones, paid for through

outrageous land taxes.

These are the commoners' only way

to keep their families clear

of the horrid mutations by radiation.

The queen's personal

map, detailing the known

safe zones for travel, was stolen,

torn into three pieces, and

scattered across the country.

A generous bounty stands

offered for their return.

A cutthroat lifestyle of

piracy has taken over the seas.

But a noble few, armed

with laser guns and wit,

travel the globe in search of these maps.

An attempt to remove the queen from power,

the hope to end her reign of tyranny,

the plan to bring freedom to the people.

- That explosion, huge!

- Well, you sure love your

understatements, Carmen.

But considering size doesn't matter,

the question is, did you get the map?

- Two out of three.

Check.

The queen's gonna kill us.

- Well, that's only assuming we don't win.

And I am--

- Pete Winning, I know.

- Carmen?

It's never easy.

- We'll get those maps for the west.

All three.

You hungry?

I'm hungry.

Starved, really.

Famished.

- Clearly, you're hungry.

- Deathly so.

- Well, if we could get

some money, maybe we could--

- Uglies!

Incoming!

Eva, I will never

get used to seeing uglies.

- Radiation from the war,

that'll get 'em every time.

- Sloth want your food.

- Well, Sloth can want in one hand,

spit in the other, and then tell me

which one fills up first.

Have you any idea hard

hard those are to come by?

- Pete, forget about the stogey.

- Sorry, mates.

So now, where's your food.

- That's why we was attacking you.

- And you probably don't'

even have any lasers.

- No lasers.

We try.

- Remy, how much is the

queen's tariff these days?

- Probably more than we got.

- Somehow I doubt that.

You look a little tired.

Why don't you let me take over?

- You know, we could just try docking

without paying the tariff.

- That would be insane, Eva.

- Oh jeez.

- You're absolutely right.

Then we'd have to avoid the shore guards.

- No one can avoid them.

- Well they're the best.

- Of course they are.

- Of course.

- We'll just pull in over here, right?

- Ahoy there!

You've the need to pay!

Finch.

Fire 'em up.

- Well.

So much for a quiet day.

Give us your

weapons and get on your knees!

- I guess we do the usual thing?

Ow.

- You're holding it wrong.

- Huh?

- Thanks.

- What exactly were you thinkin', mate?

- Suppose I hadn't planned that far.

- Hey, Jane!

Is that what I tink it is?

- Make mine a double!

No, a triple.

No, quadruple X of your finest, ma'am.

- Does that mean Carmen is here?

Hey, Carl,

that's Pete Winning over there.

Naw, can't be him.

On this island?

- Oh Pete.

Pete Winning?

Good!

That guy owes me money!

- Pete Winning, hey?

- There's some interest

in harbor for some,

queen-lovers everywhere.

- If they knew what we know.

- Nice outfit, queenie.

- Yeah, bills need to be paid, hoser.

Yeah?

- Stop!

Come on, boys.

So.

Pete.

I hear you're lookin' for a navigator.

- We're heading straight into the east.

Carmen used to be the pro.

- Mm, I heard rumors about what happened.

A loss.

- Well, if you're lookin'

for a navigator in this town,

there's only one guy worth the effort.

- Well, the trick is to avoid the queen

and the radiation, I don't think we plan

on becoming uglies any time soon.

- Nah, there's one thing about this guy,

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