Outside the Radio Station [afternoon]
It must be confessed that Captain Jack Sparrow was not, strictly speaking, the most observant pirate in the history of the planet, but he was almost positive that he would have remember there being a poorly planned series of floating bricks set exactly at the height to knock his hat off when he left the radio station that day.
"Me hat!" he cried, reaching down to retrieve it. He underestimated his own height and clocked his head on the first brick as he stood up, and was sure he had imagined the annoyingly chirpy "PING!" sound that resonated.
But then all thoughts of annoyance fled from his mind.
"GOLD!" he cried joyfully as he saw what was on top of the brick. He smacked his head again. "MORE GOOOOOOOOLD!"
He raced off down the street waving his hat and banging his head into every piece of brick he saw. There was going to be one mightily concussed pirate come Monday.
"Me hat!" he cried, reaching down to retrieve it. He underestimated his own height and clocked his head on the first brick as he stood up, and was sure he had imagined the annoyingly chirpy "PING!" sound that resonated.
But then all thoughts of annoyance fled from his mind.
"GOLD!" he cried joyfully as he saw what was on top of the brick. He smacked his head again. "MORE GOOOOOOOOLD!"
He raced off down the street waving his hat and banging his head into every piece of brick he saw. There was going to be one mightily concussed pirate come Monday.