undead friends arise to terrorize and plunder

As Calico Jack attempts to scratch out the brambles that stick painfully in his coat, sounds of frustration and curses fill the air. Why did he choose to explore this stupid place anyway? Oh right, he liked to explore. Making a mental note, Jack decides not to be so hasty in choosing places to go check out again. At least the blond lady had chuckled when he mentioned burning this place down and he offers her a shit-eating grin in between his curses.

Her words have his leg halting mid scratch and he looks to her perplexed, trying to figure out how to get these stupid, ouchy things out of his coat. Thankfully, she beckons him over and the boy of patchwork colors gratefully moves toward her. Relief is evident on his features as he settles near her, saying, “I’ve never had these many thorns in my coat before. They hurt.” Eyes turn to inspect the area around them, enjoying the break in the thick tangle of brambles.

This little patch of grass feels like a safe harbor in a storm and Jack releases a small sigh of relief. After a moment, the pup’s voice breaks the silence as he says, “I’m Calico Jack. What brings you to this cursed place?” Genuine curiosity hangs in his words as turns his questioning eyes toward her, wondering why an adult would travel through this place if they could actively avoid. His reason was simple enough; he is young, cocky, and a little to curious for his own good. Would he admit that? Probably not.


"Calico Jack"