Goldstein's Plight
Yarrr, so we docked at Jolly Joe's island and noticed that off in the distance, the mayor's hall was decorated with the British flag.
"What happened to Goldstein's roger," Peg-Leg Steve asked.
"How in the hell should I know," I answered.
I dry-docked the ship and paid up for it to be repaired, then Peg-Leg Steve and I went into a nearby tavern to wait.
"I'M THE DAMN MAYOR..... YOU DON'T CUT OFF THE MAYOR."
A drunk was standing at the bar, argueing with the tavernkeeper.
"Sir, with all due respect, get the fuck out of my tavern," the tavernkeeper ordered.
"NO, YOU GET.... GET OUT, MAAAANNNNNN, THE MAYOR TELLS YOU."
"Joe Goldstein?," I recognized the drunk as Jolly Joe Goldstein.
"JACK! JACK WOLFE! I DONE Y-YOU A FAVOR BEFORE. KEEL-HAUL THIS MOTHERFUCKER, HE'S BEING INUNSUBORDINATAT," Goldstein yelled.
"Alright, Captain, I'll be getting the ropes ready, ye can take this lubber," Peg Leg Steve said.
"Steve, we're not killing the tavernkeeper," I answered. "We have to shanghai this carouser and set him in the kraken, he be a friend."
A few hours later, when we had brought Goldstein on the ship and he began to sober up, he started talking.
"That bastard, Smickley.... he still had a grudge against me from when I let you escape. He came back with a full blown navy and took over the town."
"Damn yer eyes lad," I said.
"We're a neutral town.... we're not equipped to defend ourselves."
"Listen, bucko, there be nothing left for ye here," I said. "I be officially putting ye on account. There be opportunities awaiting ye aboard the Silver Kraken."
"Whatever, Jack."
"No, Goldstein, I be serious... we're on course for Norway actually... lots of snow and stuff."
"Yeah, ok, what'll you have me do?"
"Eh, I don't know yet."
And basically, Goldstein be a part of the crew now. One day, we will get him back his island, but for now it be good having a jew on board.... for money and stuff, you know, jews be good with money.
"What happened to Goldstein's roger," Peg-Leg Steve asked.
"How in the hell should I know," I answered.
I dry-docked the ship and paid up for it to be repaired, then Peg-Leg Steve and I went into a nearby tavern to wait.
"I'M THE DAMN MAYOR..... YOU DON'T CUT OFF THE MAYOR."
A drunk was standing at the bar, argueing with the tavernkeeper.
"Sir, with all due respect, get the fuck out of my tavern," the tavernkeeper ordered.
"NO, YOU GET.... GET OUT, MAAAANNNNNN, THE MAYOR TELLS YOU."
"Joe Goldstein?," I recognized the drunk as Jolly Joe Goldstein.
"JACK! JACK WOLFE! I DONE Y-YOU A FAVOR BEFORE. KEEL-HAUL THIS MOTHERFUCKER, HE'S BEING INUNSUBORDINATAT," Goldstein yelled.
"Alright, Captain, I'll be getting the ropes ready, ye can take this lubber," Peg Leg Steve said.
"Steve, we're not killing the tavernkeeper," I answered. "We have to shanghai this carouser and set him in the kraken, he be a friend."
A few hours later, when we had brought Goldstein on the ship and he began to sober up, he started talking.
"That bastard, Smickley.... he still had a grudge against me from when I let you escape. He came back with a full blown navy and took over the town."
"Damn yer eyes lad," I said.
"We're a neutral town.... we're not equipped to defend ourselves."
"Listen, bucko, there be nothing left for ye here," I said. "I be officially putting ye on account. There be opportunities awaiting ye aboard the Silver Kraken."
"Whatever, Jack."
"No, Goldstein, I be serious... we're on course for Norway actually... lots of snow and stuff."
"Yeah, ok, what'll you have me do?"
"Eh, I don't know yet."
And basically, Goldstein be a part of the crew now. One day, we will get him back his island, but for now it be good having a jew on board.... for money and stuff, you know, jews be good with money.