"Why don't you turn pirate and find out, mate? It's all part of our dark initiative rites."
Now Jack was just making things up. His breath was rather labored, now, under the weight of Horatio. He stopped a moment and propped the man against him, using Horatio's arms to give emphasis to his speech in large, demonstrative gestures.
Like a puppet.
"When one turns pirate, lad, one must take part in the unholy dark rites. He must climb the volcanic mountain and spit into the crater, and then he must fling himself from the Cliff of the Twelve Lost Sisters, and then he must finish a flagon of Master Vine's home-made gin. And only then is he privy to its secrets."
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Now Jack was just making things up. His breath was rather labored, now, under the weight of Horatio. He stopped a moment and propped the man against him, using Horatio's arms to give emphasis to his speech in large, demonstrative gestures.
Like a puppet.
"When one turns pirate, lad, one must take part in the unholy dark rites. He must climb the volcanic mountain and spit into the crater, and then he must fling himself from the Cliff of the Twelve Lost Sisters, and then he must finish a flagon of Master Vine's home-made gin. And only then is he privy to its secrets."