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Jumping from 21st-century America straight into the 17th-century Caribbean involved a four-hundred-year culture shock... and it was fascinating.
As time ticked by, Bianca adapted faster and faster. The worry and panic on her face were visibly fading, replaced by a gleaming excitement as she looked around.
Dexter watched silently, finding it all very amusing.
Maybe once she actually steps onto a pirate ship, she'll go full-on crazy, Dexter thought with a silent chuckle.
The three people, one dog, and one bird strolled around like tourists on a sightseeing trip.
After walking for a while, Dexter spotted a shop with an inn sign hanging out front, off to the left.
Heh.
Dexter didn't waste a second. He leaned close to Bianca's ear and whispered, "There's an inn up ahead. Let's go in and rest for a bit."
Bianca paused, surprised. She instinctively looked ahead, saw the inn, but was confused. "Are you tired?"
Haha, oh Bianca. You're fun.
"You look incredibly hot in that outfit. I want to play," Dexter said, deciding to be direct.
Bianca got it immediately. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she looked down at herself, remembering what Dexter said last night about his uniform fetish. Her heart skipped a beat—she wanted to play, too.
But, you know, she couldn't just say that outright.
"Fine. You're impossible," she said, feigning reluctance while meaning the exact opposite.
Dexter grinned and picked up the pace.
A moment later, they walked into the inn. After asking the price, Dexter tossed a few shillings on the counter and booked two rooms far apart from each other. He then told Carl to take Daijiu and Little Crow to his own room.
Carl gave a cocky smirk, putting on an 'I know what's up' expression. "Sure thing. You two take your time."
Bianca, being thin-skinned, couldn't handle the teasing and quickly turned her head away, blushing.
"Yeah, yeah. Beat it. Don't leave the room until I come get you," Dexter reminded him.
Shortly after.
Dexter and Bianca entered their room.
An inn in this era wasn't exactly five-star, and the bedding wasn't exactly sanitary.
But that didn't matter. Uniform roleplay didn't strictly require a bed. The table, the chairs—they all worked just fine.
Neither of them wasted words.
Bianca dropped to her knees.
Game on.
Including a halftime break, they went at it for over an hour.
Face flushed and legs trembling, Bianca finally tapped out. "I surrender. No more."
Dexter smirked triumphantly. "Ms. Greene, your stamina is lacking."
Bianca glared at him. "Fxxk off."
"As you wish," Dexter said, rolling off toward the window. He packed his pipe, lit it, and pushed the shutters open.
From this vantage point, he could see about half of the Governor's mansion.
In this city, the mansion was pretty hard to miss.
Right about now, Norrington's promotion ceremony should be happening.
Dexter mused silently. For some reason, his thoughts drifted to Lip Gallagher.
In a way, Norrington and Lip were remarkably similar...
Both ruined their lives for women—specifically, for the kind of love that even a dog wouldn't bother with.
The difference was that Norrington ruined himself for one woman, while Lip ruined himself for several. Norrington eventually died a meaningless death, while Lip just kept on living a pathetic life.
Women really are the downfall of some men.
Elizabeth Swann...
How should I play you to death?
Dexter thought about it, feeling a ripple of excitement.
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Leaving the inn, the trio resumed their stroll.
Of course, "strolling" wasn't exactly accurate.
Dexter had two specific destinations in mind.
First, the blacksmith shop where Will Turner worked. Second, the Navy docks.
It didn't take long for Dexter to spot the blacksmith's shop. He smiled, noting the location without approaching it, and kept moving.
If the plot followed the original movie, Barbossa and his crew would shell the city around midnight tonight, snatching Elizabeth and the Aztec gold coin.
He didn't plan on staying here until then.
He planned to leave before dark. After all, cannonballs don't have eyes. It would be incredibly depressing to get randomly blown up because he lingered too long.
But he wasn't planning to leave alone. He was going to kidnap Will Turner.
As long as he had Will Turner, he could get the Aztec curse whenever he wanted, have some fun with immortality, and then break the curse later!
Plus, Carl had been wanting to play the kidnapping game for a while...
It was a solid plan.
As he walked, Dexter mentally reviewed the scheme he had cooked up before even entering this world.
The city wasn't huge.
After a short walk, they arrived at the Navy docks.
Two naval warships, the Dauntless and the Interceptor, came into view, anchored in the harbor.
Objectively speaking, these ships were magnificent. Truly imposing.
There was a reason Britain was the "Empire on which the sun never sets" and the ruler of the seas during this era.
"Those ships look so cool," Carl saw them too, his face lighting up with excitement as he turned to Dexter. "Are we gonna steal one and go raid the high seas?"
Haha.
Carl was really getting into character.
Dexter didn't answer immediately. He glanced sideways at Bianca.
Sure enough, there was a distinct look of excitement on her face, too.
"Ms. Greene, do you want to hijack a ship too?" Dexter whispered with a smile.
Bianca smiled, staying silent, but nodded her head.
Well then.
The crazy side of Bianca's personality was bubbling to the surface.
"I never knew you were like this, Bianca," Dexter teased.
Bianca shrank back a little. "It's a dream anyway. What does it matter? That's what you said."
"True enough. However, those are Navy warships. I'm afraid the three of us can't take them," Dexter laughed. He looked toward the two soldiers guarding the dock access.
Those two were hilarious. You could practically slap "Dumb" and "Dumber" stickers on their foreheads.
He didn't see Sparrow yet. He pricked up his ears to listen to the celebration sounds coming from behind them...
The music was still playing, which meant the ceremony was ongoing, which meant he hadn't missed Elizabeth's dive.
Guess we wait.
Wait for Elizabeth to fall off the wall, splash into the water, and then have Little Crow mark her. Mission accomplished.
As long as Little Crow kept eyes on Elizabeth, in a few days, Dexter would know the location of that chest of Aztec gold. Then he could find an opportunity to steal the gold—and the countless other treasures on the Isla de Muerta.
Heh heh.
This is going to be fun.
"Let's rest here for a bit. That pirate we saw earlier said he was coming here to steal a ship. He hasn't arrived yet. Let's wait and watch the show," Dexter said after finalizing his thoughts.
Carl got hyped instantly. "That cool pirate is gonna steal a ship? Can we help him steal it?"
"We'll see. I don't think he'll succeed," Dexter replied with a smile.
Chatting, the three of them sat down casually on the ground to wait.
About twenty minutes passed.
Jack Sparrow appeared.
A few minutes later.
"Ahhh!"
Accompanied by a scream, Elizabeth Swann—that manipulative little piece of work—fell from the fortress wall and plummeted toward the sea.
Dexter watched with a smile. He didn't waste a second, silently giving the command to Little Crow.
Receiving the order, Little Crow didn't hesitate. It flapped its wings and took flight toward a high vantage point nearby, breaking away from the group ahead of schedule.