"The sun is up! Time to die, pirates!" A prison guard yelled as he unlocked Jack and Maggie's cell.

"We didn't order a wakeup call!" Maggie groaned from where she was still sleeping.

Three soliders marched into their cell, two grabbed Captain Jack while the third grabbed Maggie. As the soliders lead them down the hall. Maggie and Jack let their weight sag so the soldiers have to work more to yank them out of the prison. They were trying to stall as much as possible, as Jack was still looking for a way to get them out of this.

As they were coming down the hall that lead to the exit of the prison, they suddenly heard singing, growing closer.

"Oh, dirty Maggie Mae! They have taken her away! And she never walk down Lime Street any more!" The voice sang.

"Hey Daddy!" Maggie grinned. "Someone wrote a song about me!"

As the singing inmate got closer, Captain Jack did a double take.

"Hold on! Stop!" Jack told the guards. "Dad?"

"Oh, the judge he guilty found her!
For robbing a homeward bounder--" An older pirate in dreadlocks turned to face Jack and Maggie.

"Uncle Jack!" The father and daughter grinned.

"Jacky Boy! Maggie Girl!" Uncle Jack beamed. "How's it going?"

"Can't complain really" Jack shrugged. "You?"

"I've been waiting all morning in here for a beating" Uncle Jack said. "But the service is terrible!"

"Well, that's just shameful!" Maggie shook her head. She turned to the guards "You imprison a man and he can't even get a decent beating. Tsk, tsk, tsk."

"Jack, Maggie" Uncle Jack warned. "The oceans have turned to blood. Best stay on dry land, where it's safe."

"We're about to be executed on dry land" Jack told him.

"Good point" Uncle Jack nodded. "Did I ever tell you the one about the skeleton?"

"Yes, you have. Many times in fact..." Jack sighed under his breath. He had been hearing the skeleton joke since before he was Maggie's age.

"Skeleton goes into a bar, orders a beer... and a mop!" Uncle Jack recited the joke.

Maggie -who hadn't heard the joke before- laughed. "That's a good one!" She giggled. "Hey! How much does it cost a pirate to get they're ears pierced?"

"How much?" Uncle Jack asked.

"A buccaneer!" Maggie chuckled. "Get it?"

Uncle Jack laughed along with her.

Captain Jack chuckled lightly "...I don't get it?"

"Come on! Let's go!" The soliders forced Jack and Maggie forward.

"Oh! If they disembowel either of you, ask for Victor! He's got the softest hands!" Uncle Jack called to them.

"Thank you!" Jack called back.

"Much obliged!" Maggie yelled over her shoulder.

"And mention my name, they won't cut your feet off!" Uncle Jack hollered.

"Why does Great-Uncle Jack knows a disemboweler called Victor?" Maggie asked.

"I don't know..." Jack shrugged. "He had a band with some guys John, George and Ringo. I can't recall a Victor though."

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After being shoved into a patty wagon with a bunch of other criminals sentenced to execution, Maggie getting more and more nervous about the outcome of this.

"Daddy, you have a plan, right?" Maggie asked Captain Jack.

"I'm working on it" Jack replied.

Soon the patty wagon came to a stop and Maggie could hear the shouts of the angry crowd just outside the door.

The door of the wagon swung open and Maggie clung to her father's leg as the soliders yanked him outside.

"And how would you like to die, pirates?" One solider asked them.

"Hmm... never really given that much thought" Maggie said only being half-sarcastic. "I mean, there is just so many options?"

"As morbid as it sounds, it does seem worth contemplating..." Captain Jack furrowed his brows in thought.

The solider went down the list: "Hanging? Firing Squad? Or a new invention: the guillotine."

"Guillotine? Sounds French" Captain Jack said. "I love the French. Did you know that they invented mayonnaise? How bad could it be? It's French, eh?"

The soliders whirled them around to face the guillotine and Maggie's jaw dropped when she saw it. Or more specifically, the large and sharp blade attached to the top of it.

I guess the French are on the forefront of capital punishment and condiments Maggie thought, terrified.

"Oh! That bad... I've changed me mind!" Jack said following Maggie's horrified glance.

But it was too late, Jack and Maggie were both being shoved forward, through the crowd and towards their doom.

"No, please! Have mercy upon me!" Jack shouted to the guards. "I-I'm a bed-wetter!"

"Dad! I'm all for final confessions, but that's a secret you should probably take to your grave!" Maggie told him, embarrassed.

The soliders led Jack up a flight of stairs and Maggie was pulled along behind.

"Oh, come on. I mean, we have to walk upstairs as well for this?" Jack sighed.

"Bring the basket!" A solider ordered.

"Basket? Why?" Jack asked.

"Strap him down!" The solider ordered.

As Captain Jack was forced to lay forward on the guillotine platform, the soldiers began to strap him to it.

"Here's an idea! Here's an idea!" Jack tried to stall desperately. "Why don't we try a good old-fashioned stoning, eh? I'd kill to be stoned right now. Gets the crowd involved, doesn't it?"

The soldiers ignored him as they removed his hat and lowered him into the guillotine.

"I should like to speak to Victor in Disembowelment! I should like to speak to..." Jack trailed off when he saw two served heads in the basket in front of him. "I-I'm not one to complain normally, but this basket's full of heads..."

Maggie watched nervously from where the soldiers held her.

"I'm right here, Daddy" she told her father reassuringly.

"Hold on!" One solider said. "How are we to kill the little one? Her neck's too small to fit in the guillotine! She'll slip right out!"

"Yes!" Maggie pumped her fist.

"Not an issue!" The lead solider said. "Bring out the child-sized guillotine!"

"No..." Maggie whimpered.

She watched in horror as the soliders pulled open a trap door in the wooden platform. Then they reached in and unfolded a smaller guillotine, complete with a child-sized neck hole!

"You're going to chop my head off too?!" Maggie yelled at her captors. "But I need my head for stuff! Like thinking! And living! I can't depend on my Daddy's head! He's too drunk and crazy!"

Captain Jack shot her a stern look.

"Well, you are!" Maggie told him.

After some struggling, the soliders managed to strap young Maggie in as well. Now the father-daughter duo layed side-by-side in their guillotines with a crowd of people cheering to see them both beheaded.

"What kind of sick town put it's collected tax fundings into a child-size guillotine?!" Maggie asked. "Why would anyone want to chop a child's head off? Sick-o's!"

"And they shove us in jail?" Jack asked.

"Do you have a plan now?" Maggie groaned.

"Still working on it!" Jack told her.

Maggie moaned nervously.

"I know this situation looks bleak, My Luv" Captain Jack told his daughter. "But there is an positive side to this moment!"

"What's that?" Maggie asked him.

"I just got your joke" Jack smiled "A buccaneer! A buck-an-ear! Ha-ha!"

Maggie groaned. She couldn't believe that even when death was this close, her father was still able to be a goofball!

Suddenly a voice rang out from across the town square.

"QUIET!" The female voice shouted to the crowd.

Maggie looked up and saw that the witchy woman from the bank fiasco was being exacuted as well. She was standing on another platform across the town square, with a noose around her neck.

"The final words of Carina Smyth..." she announced to the crowd.

Maggie rolled her eyes. Is she seriously making a speech? She thought to herself. She does realize that it's pointless? She does understand that these people don't care wither she gives some final words or not? Everyone in this crowd just wants to see some criminals and witches die because they have nothing better to do with their lives!

"Good sirs, I am not a witch." Carina carried on. "But I forgive your common dimwittedness and feeble brains. In short, most of you have the mind of a goat. I--"

"Pardon me, sir" Jack asked one solider, interrupting. "Is it not common practice for those about to be executed to be granted a last, I don't know, something or other..."

"I believe I was making a point" Carina called across the town square. "If you could just be patient?"

"Daddy!" Maggie interrupted Carina. "See if you can't get me a last meal as well! I don't really know what my options are...? Chicken would be nice! And a baked potato!"

"Ooh! That's sounds good!" Jack nodded. "I'll have the same!" He told a soldier.

"May I continue?" Carina asked, getting irritated.

"No!" Jack said as she was about to speak. "Our heads are about to be lopped off, hence the urgency!"

"And my neck is to be broken!" Carina argued.

"Did you know that on occasion the neck doesn't actually break, it just hurts?" Jack said.

"What?" Carina's eyes widened.

"Oh yes!" Jack nodded. "I've seen men swing for hours, eyes bulging tongue swelling, revolting gurgling sounds..."

"Y'know what?" Maggie said. "Maybe I'd like buttered crab as my last meal? Steam me up some crabs, boys!"

"May I finish?" Carina yelled exasperated.

"No!" Jack told her. "You're lucky! Wish I was hung!"

"On second thought, maybe I'll just have ice cream as my last meal!" Maggie decided.

"Kill the filthy pirates" Carina told the soliders. "I'll wait."

"Witches first!" Jack insisted.

"I'm not a witch!" Carina shouted. "Were you not listening?"

"Quite hard to listen when you have the mind of a goat!" Jack retorted.

"Put the chicken, potatoes and the crab all together in a pot and make it into a stew!" Maggie told the soliders. "And then serve me the ice cream for dessert!"

"Enough!" Mayor Dix shouted. "Kill them all!"

The crowd cheered in agreement. Carina's executioner was about to pull the lever on the hanging platform. And Maggie and Jack's executioner grabbed the ropes that controlled the blades on both of their guillotines.

Maggie's breath hitched, nervously. "Daddy?" She asked Jack. "Your plan?"

"Plan?" Jack asked. "Alright, Mag's. I have a confession..."

Before Jack could finish, Henry swung down from the bell tower over the crowd, screaming. He swung back around, tumbling to the ground and straight into one soldier.

"My confession is that Henry is carrying out my plan for me!" Jack lied, sighing in relief.

"What's happening?" Maggie asked. "I can't see nothing! My neck's too short in this thing!"

Henry started fighting the soliders off, but he was quickly overpowered by them.

"Get another noose!" Scarfield ordered his men. "Did you think you could defeat us, boy?"

"No, sir" Henry smirked. "I'm just the diversion. FIRE!" He yelled.

On the edge of the crowd, Mr. Gibbs, Marty, Scrum and the rest of the crew of the Dying Gull, pulled a canvas off a cannon and lit it. The cannon went off and the cannon ball went straight towards the guillotine. The executioner lept from the platform and let go of the ropes, causing both of the guillotine blade's to fall. The crowd screamed and scattered as the cannonball destroys the supports underneath the guillotines.

Maggie and Captain Jack screamed at the top of their lungs as they went swinging around. Which caused the blade to go closer to their necks, then back up to the top in a life threatening pendulum over and over again. It was nerve racking!

"Still rather be stoned!" Jack screamed.

"Don't you have enough rattling around in your head already?!" Maggie yelled as both the guillotines slowed down to the point of just rocking back and forth.

"Don't argue with me when we're hanging upside down" Jack told her.

"What's that sound?" Maggie asked.

"Horses?" Captain Jack assumed.

He was right, there were horses and they galloped at full speed in between the two guillotines, sending Jack and Maggie flying around again and again. Until the guillotine broke and Maggie and Jack both went flying off. Maggie managed to break off the straps binding her to her plank, but Jack was left strapped to his.

Maggie giggled at her father as he started waddling around, before the blade slammed into the ground straight in front of them.

"Missed us!" Maggie told the blade.

The town square had erupted into complete chaos, the townsfolk were fleeing for their lives, the pirate's were duking it out with the soliders. And Captain Jack was still strapped to that plank of wood!

As Maggie attempted to help her father, a soldier ran forward swinging his blade at them. Mr. Gibbs stepped in between them and the soldier in attack.

"Knew you'd come crawling back, traitor!" Jack told him.

Mr. Gibbs tossed the defeated soldier to the ground. "The Turner boy gave us ten silver peices to save your neck!" He explained, before continuing to fight.

Captain Jack used his plank of wood as a shield. One soldier attempted to stab him but his sword got stuck in the plank instead. Jack used the stuck sword to know the solider out.

"Then I bestow upon you the honor of saving me... for a small donation" He said to Gibbs.

"You expect us to pay you to save you?!" Mr. Gibbs shouted.

"Yes!" Jack told him, fending off another attacker. "For a mere ten pieces."

The soldier took the other's sword and pulls it out of the plank. He stepped forward to attack Jack who began backing away.

Maggie saw this and pushed a stack of coffins, meant for the executioned men. The stack of wooden boxes rolled behind Jack as he was backing up, causing him to trip backwards! Luckily he also kicked the soldier in the face as he did and it freed him from his bonds.

"Madness!" Mr. Gibbs haggled Jack's previous offer. "We won't pay more than five!"

"Right then, eight it is!" Jack nodded, slowly standing back up.

"We'll discuss prices later!" Maggie told them both. "Right now let's gather up the crew and make sail! Posthaste!"

"First things first!" Jack told her. "I think the Turner Lad and his Witchy Friend require our assistance."

Maggie followed his gaze to were Henry was holding Carina's... um... posterior, while Scarfield was getting ready to kill them both.

Maggie grabbed a hunk of wood as Captain Jack picked her up for extra height. They snuck up behind Scarfield and Maggie smacked him across the skull, giggling as he fell to the ground.

Jack set Maggie down. "Gentlemen, these two prisoners will lead us to the Trident" He gestured to Henry and Carina.

"Prisoners?!" Henry asked, shocked. "I convinced your men to save you! Paid them with my own silver!"

"There's been a slight implication in the deal" Maggie smirked.

"Six is my final offer" Mr. Gibbs continued to haggle with Jack.

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It didn't take the pirates long to haul their new prisoners onto the Dying Gull. Maggie slipped a diary off Carina out of her pocket as the crew lashed her and Henry to the mast.

"Hey! Give that back to me!" Carina shouted.

"Well, since you asked so nicely, uh... No" Maggie told her.

"I don't have to ask nicely if you stole it!" Carina told her.

"Just like how I don't have to give it back if you're rude" Maggie retorted. "Now pipe down or I'll throw a bucket of water on you!"

Carina gasped "You're going to waterboard me?!"

"No" Maggie shook her head. "I read somewhere that water makes witches melt!"

"I'm not a witch!" Carina yelled.

"That's just the kind of thing a witch would say!" Maggie told her, walking away.

"Captain" Mr. Gibbs turned to Jack. "Do you really think we can find the Trident?"

"Master Gibbs, you old worrywart, there's nothing to be concerned about at all" Captain Jack assured him. "What could possibly go wrong, eh?"

Gibbs raised an eyebrow.

"You go around asking questions like that and you wonder why you're having bad luck?" Maggie asked her father.

"Did you confiscate our map, Maggie?" Jack asked.

Maggie held up Carina's diary. "Don't say I never contributed anything!" She handed it to Jack. "Now let's get this Trek for the Trident started."

"Capital idea!" Jack agreed. "Cut the shard!"

Scrum cut the rope above Carina's head, causing her to gasp. A net full of coconut fell and tipped over one of the support beams on the side of the ship, causing a domino effect with the rest of the beams.

"Daddy, when you acquired the Dying Gull, did you ever take her for a test run in the water?" Maggie asked Jack nervously.

"No" her father answered, taking the helm. "Why? Should I have?"

"Prepare to drown!" Mr. Gibbs alerted the crew.

"Jesus take the helm!" Maggie shouted as she clung to Jack's leg.

As the rest of the support beams were knocked down the Dying Gull began to slide it's way towards the shore.

Captain Jack looked back at the sea and chuckled in excitement. "Me dear beloved crew, finally, today is--"

Suddenly a rope got caught around the ship's rudder and abruptly halted the Dying Gull in it's place. Everyone but Carina and Henry got a face full of deck as the ship lurched to a stop.

Maggie and Jack pulled themselves up.

"Which one of you nitwits hit the brakes?" Maggie asked.

"Something's gone wrong..." Jack groaned.

Then the rope snapped under the tension and everyone went flying forward. The Dying Gull continued to picked up momentum before hitting the sea... and suprising everyone by not sinking!

"She floats!" Marty cheered.

"Yay!" Maggie pumped her fist in the air. "We won't have to swim to the Trident!"

"Nice to see everyone has faith in our current vessel" Jack rolled his eyes.

"It's always a challenge when you're driving" Maggie smirked.

"Maggie!" Jack scowled.