I laugh everytime I read these. They tend to be a more ’sobered’ version of Jack… But anyways, please enjoy my ridiculous compositions! :D

Captain Jaquette was led into the small cabin by two armed guards. As he entered he surveyed his present surroundings. The room was lit by several windows, and a small oil lantern on the desk, behind which was seated the officer. “Do come in,” beckoned the man, “Have a seat.” One soldier pulled a small wooden chain from out of a corner of the room, quickly placing it in front of the commanding officer’s desk He returned to attention. Jaquette turned to the guard behind him using his hand to brush away the barrel of the musket. He gave the guard a sarcastic smirk as he sat down in the small chair. He faced the officer, who was first to ask a question, “Who are you?” the Englishman asked, to Jaquette’s surprise in a quick ejaculation of French. Jaquette leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms, “I’m Captain Francis Jaquette.” The Englishman broke into a laugh, “Captain? I don’t see your ship!” Jaquette’s face went dark, “And I don’t see a single Spaniard!” shouted the French man as he rose to his feet, referring to the Spanish flag that flew over the fort.

The officer pulled out a pistol from his belt, aiming it at squarely at Jaquette’s torso, “Now, if you’d be so kind, I’m the one asking the questions.” The officer then motion with his pistol for Jaquette to sit down. He did so hesitantly giving a weak smile, “You have the upper hand.” he said eyeing the pistol. “Leave us!” thundered the British officer, and the two soldiers who had entered escorting Jaquette left the cabin. “You seem to know your place for a Frenchman,” mocked the officer, “How did you reach our shore?” he lowered his weapon onto the desk, rubbing his hands together as he cracked his knuckles. The French captain took a breath, he raised an arm, pointing towards the doorway, “Your friends out there sunk my ship, all I actually intended to do was find my way to shore with my crew and find a Spanish settlement.” Jaquette lowered his arm, satisfied with what he said. “And what did you expect to do when you found the Spanish? Get a ship?” sarcastically remarked the British officer. Jaquette looked him over for a split moment, raising his finger, “That is exactly the point!” he exclaimed, he continued in a lower tone, “I’m not trying to make.” The officer looked at the Frenchman, puzzled, “And what is your point?” Jaquette chuckled, “Shall I show you?” he smirked. He then extended his leg out with full force, kicking the desk which sat in front of him, sending it flying towards the officer. The officer’s gun which was lay on the desk was knocked to the floor, Jaquette sprung out of his chair, forming himself into a roll, he grabbed the pistol, cocked it, and pointed it at the stunned officer who sat up speachless. “The point is: I’m armed, and you are not.” Jaquette motioned with the pistol, “On your feet!”

The Englishman rose slowly to his feet, placing a careful eye on the loaded pistol. “Name and rank?” asked Jaquette. The officer placed his hands on his head, “William Gregson, Lietenant of his Majesty’s Royal Army.” Jaquette spat at the words ‘his Majesty’s’ , “Why is the Spanish flag raised about the fort?” The officer remained silent. Jaquette focused the pistol at the officer’s head, “I haven’t got all day.” “All right!” said the officer in a nervous squeal, “We are supposed to attract the Spanish into an ambush with the flag. “Open the door!” motioned Jaquette, “Go on!” William opened the door hazily, replacing his hands back onto his head. “Step outside.” Jaquette was now behind the officer, and positioned his pistol on the back of the officer’s head. The English officer slowly stepped out side, Jaquette’s pistol to the back of his head. “Tell your men to lower their weapons!” The officer stood silent for a second, but Captain Jaquette firmly pressed the weapon to the back of his neck. “Ok, ok.” He said, he changed the tone in his voice, “Lower your weapons!” He shouted in a commanding voice. The soldier outside of the cabin looked at each other puzzled, they then slowly lowered their weapons, raising their hands up, into the air.

Jaquette then commanded his men to retrieve their weapons and his own sword which the soldiers took. Louis returned before the others, a musket in hand and Jaquette’s sword in the other. Jaquette placed his sword back into its sheath around his waste while still maintaining a firm aim at the British officer. “Excuse me for a moment.” Jaquette said as he reached into the Englishman’s pocket, retrieving the telescope. He left Louis in charge of guarding William as he swiftly strode off to the garrison walls. He climbed the steps, three at a time, quickly reaching the top. He opened the telescope and peered out into the harbor. There she was, a beautiful 20 gun ship, but unfortunately too large to man by 6 men alone. A though had occured to Jaquette. He ordered his men to load their weapons, and keep them fixed on the soldiers. He then had his men march the English out of the fort, and to the ship. Where he had them prepare the ship for open sea under the muzzle of the French muskets.

The group of men reached the docks soon than Jaquette had expected. They stormed the guards and claimed the English ship. Jaquette positioned himself at the helm, and saw to it that the English soldiers prepared the ship for sailing under the French supervison. Once the sails had been opened, and the anchor lifted, Jaquette ordered his men to guide the English back onto the shore. Having done so, Jaquette himself went back to the fort, leaving the English guarded on the beach. After several mintues which seemed like years, Jaquette once again approaced the shore, boarding the ship. He beckoned his men to follow. He removed the gang plank to the ship and turned to face the English, “I would like to thank you all so very much for your cooperation!” He made a humble bow, removing his hat. He straigtened up after the mocking gesture.

As he did so a thunderous rumble shook the ground and ship. Pieces of wooden debri flew into the air in a explosion of smoke and flames. Jaquette had put the gunpowder in the fort to a fuse. The English stood in awe as they saw their fort engulfed in flames. Rushing from the shore they tried to save whatever they could, though it wasn’t much. Captain Francis Jaquette and his men sailed away from the shore line, laughing as they went. The wind was good and the current with them, with good timing they could make it to the Spanish Main in a matter of days.