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It looks like are mates have given up, or are planning a mutiny.

And you! emo Me and Allah tried so hard... crying

And disappointed. sad

I cant believe were 200 behind gonk

Oh god.
200!?

- takes bigger paces-

Part IV

A slight breeze whispered through Jack’s hair and cooled the sweat on his brow. It was midnight and he had hid behind the cargo stored on deck, instead of retreating to the crew’s quarters like he was expected to. If he was caught by any one of Guillermo’s men that stalked the deck as scouts and watchmen, it would be ten lashes for sure, but Jack was determined to discover Guillermo’s secret.
It was a quarter after midnight before anything stirred aboard the ship. The captain’s door creaked open and Jack watched carefully as Guillermo slinked across the deck and met with another pirate.
“Digger!” the captain addressed his first mate, “Suit up!”
“Aye-aye captain!” the man answered, before arming himself with every cutlass, musket, and grenade that could possibly fit on his person. At that point, the captain handed him a small bag of coins. One of the captain’s night scouts left his post to haul the rowboat over the side of the ship. Then the boat was lowered into the water and Digger climbed over the side with the scout. The captain turned, and with a nod, retreated back into his cabin. Then the deck was empty, save for Jack.
Suddenly, it all became clear. The captain would ease by land and send his trusted few with coin to shore in the rowboat to buy and bring back supplies. That way he’d never have to make stops and the new crew, such as Jack, had no chance to leave the ship or to escape.
Jack was trapped. He didn’t want to stay on Guillermo’s ship the rest of his life, but how was he supposed to get off this ship alive?
Disheartened and tired, all Jack could think about was getting back to his hammock. So much, in fact, that he ran right into one of Guillermo’s scouts.
“‘ere now, wat ye doin’ out at night, ye slimy cabin mouse?” the man spit whenever he pronounced a “t”.
“I…I was relieving myself, sir,” Jack stammered, lying his way to Davey Jones.
“Ye knows as well as I do dat ther’ be no crew on deck aftar dark!”
“Aye, sir. But-”
“Now I has ta report ye to captain,” he smiled and ran his tongue across his yellowed teeth, “yull be getting’ a beating for sure, cabin mouse”.
“No!” Jack thought. He turned to run away and heard the scout draw his sword. If Jack faced the man in a fight, he’d lose for sure, but there was no where to run to on a ship. Then, Jack had an idea. He ran. The pirate followed. Before getting too far, Jack dropped to his hands and knees on the deck. The scout, who was running fairly fast and close behind, couldn’t stop in time, and tripped right over Jack and went flying face first into a pile of fish nets that were about.
With no time to lose, Jack hoisted himself up and over the ship’s railing. Down he fell, past the deck, ship, and waterline, into the cold, salty waters. He fought to resurface, gasping for air. Then Jack swam. He swam with all his strength and energy. He knew his only chance for escape was to get to the shore and onto land.
Stroke after stroke he pumped forward, trying not to think about the scout telling the captain of his escape. They might fire upon him; try to kill him in the water, but the visibility was poor due to the dark.
Finally, after what seemed like an hour, Jack felt rough sand scrape his belly. Using the last of his strength, Jack pulled himself out of the water and crawled into some scrubs that were on the beach. And there he lost consciousness.

Determined and fired, BDT sets off, alone if need be, to FINISH THE RACE!