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- EVER WONDER HOW THREE KIDS FROM BROOKLYN
GOT THEIR HANDS ON A TIME TRAVELING BOOK?
WELL, IT ALL STARTED ON THIS BEACH RIGHT AROUND MY BIRTHDAY.
SEE, SAM AND FRED AND I WERE--OH, WAIT.
HERE WE COME NOW.
all: WHOA!
all: UGH!
- AH, WHEN DID WE DECIDE TO CLIMB A TREE?
WEREN'T WE JUST IN JOE'S KITCHEN?
- OKAY. NOBODY PANIC.
- ONE OF US IS OBVIOUSLY HAVING A DREAM.
ALL WE HAVE TO DO IS FIGURE OUT WHICH ONE
AND POUND HIM UNTIL HE WAKES UP.
[thunder crashing]
[man singing indistinctly]
- WHAT FOLLOWS THE SEA.
- [gasps] WHAT WAS THAT?
- [singing] HEY, HEY, BLOW THE MAN DOWN.
HAUL IN YOUR SAILS NOW AND LISTENS TO ME
AND GIVE US THE TIME TO BLOW THE MAN DOWN.
- WHO IS THAT?
- EIGHT, NINE, TEN.
DIG HERE, LADS.
WE BURY OUR TREASURE.
AND WE THREE BE THE ONLY ONES WHAT KNOW ABOUT IT, EH?
- AYE, AYE, CAPTAIN BLACKBEARD.
- BLACKBEARD?
AS IN BLACKBEARD THE PIRATE?
- DIDN'T HE DIE, LIKE, 300 YEARS AGO?
- COME ON.
THAT'S AN ACTOR.
THIS MUST BE SOME KIND OF PIRATE THEME PARTY.
[gunfire]
[all gasp]
- IF THIS IS A THEME PARK,
IT'S GOT THE WORST RIDES I'VE EVER SEEN.
- [puffing]
SORRY, MATES,
BUT NOW I BE THE ONLY ONE WHAT KNOWS
WHERE THE TREASURE'S BURIED.
[cackles]
[whistling]
- IT REALLY IS BLACKBEARD.
THE CRAZIEST, MEANEST PIRATE OF ALL TIME.
BUT THAT MEANS...
- IT'S NEARLY 300 YEARS AGO.
- HEY!
A COUPLE OF WARFRONTS ARE SPYING ON ME.
all: NO!
- BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR.
- [singing] GO!
THERE THEY GO!
THREE BOYS SURFING ON THE TIME CONTINUUM.
THERE THEY GO!
GREEN MIST FILLS THE AIR,
"THE BOOK" CAN TAKE 'EM ANYWHERE.
GO!
THERE THEY GO!
THREE GIRLS WARPIN'.
THE TIME IS 2105.
THERE THEY GO!
YOU CAN CATCH A RIDE WITH THE "TIME WARP TRIO."
GO!
TRAVELING THROUGH HISTORY!
[clock ticking]
WITH THE "TIME WARP TRIO."
GO!
- OKAY.
BEFORE BLACKBEARD PULLS THE TRIGGER,
MAYBE I SHOULD FINISH EXPLAINING
HOW THREE KIDS FROM BROOKLYN ENDED UP FACING
A PIRATE WITH A BAD ATTITUDE.
IT ALL STARTED ON MY BIRTHDAY.
- HOLD IT.
- EH!
BUSTED.
- AH, MOM, IT'S MY BIRTHDAY.
- AFTER DINNER.
- THAT'S HOW IT STARTS.
ONE DAY IT'S STEALING FROSTING.
THE NEXT, ROBBING PIGGYBANKS.
- IT'S VERY TRAGIC.
- WHO NEEDS PIGGYBANKS?
I'VE GOT FRIENDS WITH QUARTERS FOR BRAINS.
[doorbell ringing]
I'LL GET IT.
- SALAAM AND FALAFEL, NEPHEW.
- UNCLE JOE.
- I WISH TO MARK THE ANNIVERSARY
OF YOUR PROPITIOUS APPEARANCE ON THIS PLANET, JOSEPH.
NOW, UH, WHERE DID I PUT THE, UH--AH, HERE IT IS.
AS THEY SAY IN MADAGASCAR, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
- THANKS.
AT LEAST COME IN AND HAVE SOME CAKE.
HEY, MOM, LOOK WHO'S HERE.
UNCLE JOE, I--HUH?
- WHO WAS THAT?
- IT WAS UNCLE JOE, BUT HE JUST DISAPPEARED.
- REALLY?
HUH.
IS THAT FOR YOU?
- YEAH.
UH, SHOULD I WAIT TO OPEN IT?
- NO NEED.
ENJOY.
- WELL, COME ON. OPEN IT.
YOUR UNCLE'S A MAGICIAN.
IT'S GOT TO BE SOMETHING COOL.
- HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAGICIAN IN TRAINING.
BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR.
YOU MIGHT JUST GET IT.
- "THE BOOK"?
CATCHY TITLE.
NICE PICTURES.
- HEY, A PIRATE SHIP.
- TREASURE.
NOW YOU'RE TALKING.
MAN, I WISH I WAS A PIRATE.
NO SCHOOL.
SAILING THE 17 SEAS.
DIGGING FOR BURIED TREASURE.
- HEY, WHAT'S GOING ON?
[whirling]
- SO THAT'S HOW WE FOUND OURSELVES STARING DOWN
THE BARRELS OF BLACKBEARD'S PISTOLS
AND REALLY HOPING THAT PINECONES ARE BULLETPROOF.
[pistols clicking]
- AH, BARNACLES.
FORGOT TO RELOAD.
BUT THESE SPIES WON'T BE GOING NOWHERE, WILL YOU NOW?
- WAIT! WAIT!
OH, WE'RE NOT SPIES.
WE CAN EXPLAIN.
- ONE, TWO, THREE.
[laughs]
THE TREES BE FULL OF MONKEYS TODAY.
- LOOK, MR. BLACKBEARD, SIR,
WE'RE NOT EVEN SLIGHTLY SPIES.
WE'RE FROM THE FUTURE.
- HOT AIR AND BELCH WATER.
SAY YOUR PRAYERS, BOYS.
- NO! NO! WAIT! WAIT!
I--I--I CAN PROVE WE'RE FROM THE FUTURE.
YOUR REAL NAME IS EDWARD TEACH.
- HMM.
AND JUST HOW DO YOU COME TO BE KNOWING THAT, LADDIE?
- [gulps]
UH, SOCIAL STUDIES.
UH, I KNOW LOTS OF STUFF ABOUT YOU.
LIKE YOU SURFED ON A BRITISH PRIVATEER
DURING THE WAR OF THE SPANISH SUCCESSION.
AND--AND YOU'VE GOT 14 WIVES.
- HUSH!
KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN, WILL YOU?
ALL RIGHT.
WHICH ONE SENT YOU TO SPY ON ME?
MATILDA?
ANNIE?
OH, I KNOW.
IT'S WHAT-HER-NAME.
THE LITTLE CHUNKY ONE.
I KEEP TELLING HER A RELATIONSHIP IS BUILT ON TRUST.
- OH, NO. IT'S LIKE I SAID.
WE'RE FROM THE FUTURE.
- WE'RE ALSO, UH, MAGICIANS.
UH, MAGICIANS FROM A FARAWAY LAND.
- SHOW THE MAN WHAT YOU CAN DO, JOE.
- WHAT?
OH, UH, RIGHT.
RIGHT.
UH, HEY, WHAT'S THAT IN YOUR BOOT?
- WHAT?
SAY, THAT WEREN'T IN ME BOOT BEFORE.
YOU MEAN YOU LADS CAN PULL PIECES OF EIGHT
RIGHT OUT OF THE AIR?
- YEAH.
IN FACT, WE'RE KIND OF LATE FOR OUR NEXT GIG.
SO IF YOU DON'T MIND, WE'LL JUST--
- LADS, I COULD USE A FEW MATES WITH YOUR TALENTS.
HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO JOIN THE CREW ABOARD ME SHIP,
THE QUEEN ANNE'S REVENGE?
- UH, JOIN YOU?
YOU KNOW, WE--WE'D LIKE TO, REALLY,
UM, BUT, UH, IT--IT--IT--WELL, IT'S AGAINST UNION RULES.
all: WE'D LOVE TO.
- [singing] HE-HO, HO, AND UP SEA RISES.
YO, HO, AND UP SEA RISES.
YO, HO, AND UP SEA RISES EARLY IN THE MORNING.
- ALL I REMEMBER IS WE WERE IN MY KITCHEN
LOOKING AT THE BOOK AT THOSE TREASURE PICTURES.
AND THEN ZAP!
- WE END UP BEING KIDNAPPED BY A TONE-DEAF PIRATE.
- THE BOOK MUST BE SOME KIND OF TIME-WARPING THING.
- SO HOW DO WE GET OUT OF HERE?
- WELL, UH, THE BOOK BROUGHT US,
SO IT MUST BE ABLE TO GET US OUT.
- GREAT!
EXCEPT WHERE IS IT?
- UGH. RIGHT.
FOR ALL WE KNOW, IT'S STILL IN MY KITCHEN.
- AHOY, YE SCURVY SEADOGS.
DROP THE LADDER!
- AH!
- HEADS UP, LADS.
- DID YOU SEE THAT?
- THEY MADE HIM WALK THE PLANK.
- UH-UH.
PIRATES DON'T MAKE YOU WALK PLANKS, EXCEPT IN MOVIES.
THEY JUST THROW YOU OVERBOARD.
[crowd screaming]
- OY!
[monkey screeching]
- ARR!
- THIS CAN'T BE THE ROTHSTEIN BAR MITZVAH.
WRONG SHIP. SORRY.
BYE.
- ISRAEL.
ISRAEL HANS, YOU LOW-LIFE, FISH BAIT, SON OF A WARF RAT.
- YOU BELLOWED, CAPTAIN?
- WHY IS THAT PRISONER AT THE BOTTOM OF THE BRINY DEEP?
- WE WAS JUST HAVING A BIT OF FUN, IS ALL.
PLAYING SPIN THE PRISONER.
- PRISONERS ARE FOR RANSOM.
THAT ONE WOULD HAVE BROUGHT A TIDY SUM.
AND WHERE EXACTLY DO YE EXPECT TO FIND OUR NEXT TREASURE, EH?
[cackling]
- I'LL TELL YE WHERE WE'LL FIND TREASURE.
RIGHT THERE.
- HUH?
- SHOW HIM YOUR MAGIC, LADDIE.
PULL SOME DOUBLOONS OUT OF THE AIR.
- DOUBLOONS?
UH, WELL, UM--
- GO AHEAD.
DO THE COIN TRICK.
- I CAN'T.
BLACKBEARD'S GOT MY ONLY QUARTER.
- HERE.
TRY THIS.
- USED GUM.
AH, FRED.
- WELL, LADS?
THE CREW IS GETTING A MIGHT IMPATIENT.
[monkey screeching]
- [chuckles nervously]
YOU KNOW, COIN TRICKS ARE OVERRATED.
WOULDN'T YOU RATHER SEE ME MAKE A BUNNY OUT OF A HANKIE?
- JOE, DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A BUNNY OUT OF A HANKIE CROWD?
- LET'S SEE SOME REAL MAGIC.
LET'S SEE IF THEY CAN OUTSWIM THE SHARKS.
WHO'S IN FAVOR?
all: AYE!
- UGH!
NO WAY YOU'RE MAKING ME FISH FOOD.
- AH!
AH!
UGH!
[clicking]
- CAPTAIN BLACKBEARD, SIR,
YOU--YOU--YOU CAN'T JUST THROW INNOCENT PEOPLE OVERBOARD.
- SORRY, LAD. THOSE ARE PIRATE RULES.
SHOW US YOUR MAGIC, OR IT'S OVER THE SIDE WITH YOU.
[crowd shouting]
- I THOUGHT YOU SAID THEY DIDN'T USE PLANKS.
- WE DON'T.
WE HEARD YOU TALKING ABOUT IT AND THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD IDEA.
NOW START WALKING.
[booming]
- BRITISH WARSHIP OFF THE STARBOARD, CAPTAIN.
- MR. HAN, GIVE ME THE "BRING 'EM NEAR."
LOOKS LIKE WE'RE IN FOR A FIGHT, BOYS.
[laughs]
- HOIST ANCHOR, MR. HAN.
LOAD CANNON AND RAISE THE RAFT.
BOSON, SET THE MAIN SAIL.
WE'LL OUT RUN HER AND MAKE A BREAK FOR OPEN WATER.
[booming]
- DROP THE DEAD MAN.
HOIST THE MAIN AND ROYAL.
- LOAD AND TACKLE BATTERY FORWARD AND STARBOARD.
- LOOK ALIVE, YE SWIRLY SEA RATS.
WET BLANKETS ON THE GUNPOWDER.
YOU WANT TO BLOW ME WHOLE SHIP TO KINGDOM COME?
- AH!
[booming]
- NOW WHAT?
IF THE BRITISH SINK THE SHIP, WE'RE DEAD.
AND IF BLACKBEARD MAKES IT TO SAFETY, WE'RE DEAD.
[booming]
- THE NUMBER THREE CANNON.
IT'S AIMED FOR THE GUNPOWDER MAGAZINE.
- NO!
- THE WHOLE SHIP'S GOING TO BLOW.
WE GOT TO TURN THAT CANNON AROUND.
boom!
all: HUZZAH!
- NO!
[crashing]
- WELL, DON'T BOTHER TO THANK US OR ANYTHING
JUST BECAUSE WE SAVED YOUR UGLY BUTTS.
- UH, FRED, WE ALSO BLEW UP THEIR MAIN MAST.
- SO?
- SO THE BRITISH ARE CATCHING UP, AND NOW THEY CAN'T ESCAPE.
- OH.
- GANGWAY.
- OPEN THIS DOOR, YE BELLY BARNACLES.
IF I'M GOING DOWN, YOU'RE GOING WITH ME.
- ANYBODY GOT ANY IDEAS?
- UH, MAYBE WE COULD APPEAL TO HIS GOOD SIDE.
- GOOD SIDE?
THE MAN DRINKS GUNPOWDER IN HIS RUM.
- HEY, LOOK AT ALL THESE BOOKS.
YOU DON'T SUPPOSE...
- [gasps] OF COURSE.
MAYBE BLACKBEARD FOUND YOUR BOOK AND STOLE IT.
IT IS COVERED IN GOLD AND SILVER.
- START SEARCHING.
THAT BOOK IS OUR ONLY WAY OUT.
- THE SCUMMY SEA SALT.
ATTACK, MEN!
- AH!
- ATTACK!
- [laughing] BRING HER ON.
[grunting and shouting]
- TASTE THE STEEL, YE SMARMY BLUE JACKETS.
[laughs]
[swords clanking]
- COME ON, THEN.
- AH!
[explosions]
[clicking]
- HEY, OVER HERE.
- WHOA!
- IT'S NO GOOD.
THESE ARE ALL MAPS AND CHARTS.
THERE MUST BE SOME KIND OF--
- HEY, HOW ABOUT THIS?
DO I LOOK COOL OR WHAT?
- FORGET THE SOUVENIRS.
FIND THE BOOK.
WE'VE ONLY GOT-- HEY, YOU HEAR THAT?
- I DON'T HEAR ANYTHING.
- EXACTLY.
[all talking at once]
- ALL RIGHT, YOU DOGS.
IT'S OFF TO THE GALLOWS WITH THE LOT OF YOU.
- BOY, ARE WE GLAD TO SEE YOU.
- YOU THREE!
WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THE CAPTAIN'S CABIN?
ARE YOU PART OF THIS MONGREL CREW?
- NO WAY!
OH, YOU MEAN BECAUSE OF THE HAT?
- NO.
PLEASE DON'T HURT US, CAPTAIN.
WE'RE SORRY WE LOST THE FIGHT.
[crying]
- WHAT?
- PLEASE, SIRS.
WE'LL TRY TO BE BETTER PIRATES.
JUST DON'T WHIP US.
- WHOA!
WAIT A MINUTE!
WHAT ARE YOU GUYS PULLING.
- ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY
THAT YOU'VE BEEN TAKING ORDERS FROM THESE THREE?
- AND I SUPPOSE YE NEVER HEARD OF THE TERRIBLE TRIPLY TRIO.
THE SCOURGE OF THE BARBARY COAST.
YOUNGEST AND FIERCEST PIRATES ON THE SPANISH MAIN.
- HEY, THAT'S A LOAD OF--
- OH, PLEASE, SIRS.
NO MORE VIOLENCE.
- DON'T MAKE US WALK THE PLANK.
- WALK THE PLANK?
UH, AH, WRITE THAT DOWN, HENDRICKS.
IT'S A SPLENDID IDEA.
- LOOK, THESE GUYS ARE LYING THROUGH THEIR ROTTEN TEETH.
- WELL, I DON'T KNOW.
PERHAPS THIS BEARS FURTHER INVESTIGATION.
- BEGGING YOUR PARDON, YOUR WORSHIP,
BUT IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR TESTIMONY
AGAINST THESE THREE,
MAYBE WE CAN WORK OUT A LITTLE DEAL.
[chuckles]
AND OF COURSE, THERE'D BE SOMETHING IN IT FOR YOURSELF.
- ARREST THOSE BOYS!
- AND THAT'S HOW WE FOUND OURSELVES SITTING
IN THE PRISONER'S DOCK OF A COLONIAL COURTROOM
FACING A VERY DIFFERENT PIRATE.
- I SWEAR ON ME MOTHER'S GRAVE, YOUR LORDSHIP,
WE WAS HELD CAPTIVE BY THE TERRIBLE TRIPLY TRIO,
AND FORCED INTO A LIFE OF CRIME AND EVIL DOING.
- DO YOU BELIEVE THIS GUY?
- OH, 'TWAS A TERRIFYING ORDEAL TO BE SURE.
EVEN NOW I SHUTTERS TO THINK OF IT.
[crying]
- HERE.
DO YOU NEED A HANKIE?
- [blowing nose]
OH, THANK YOU, SIR.
SOMETIMES I GETS OVERCOME, YOU KNOW.
I'M JUST A POOR, HONEST, WORKING MAN TRYING
TO SUPPORT ME WIFE AND KIDDIES.
- HOW NOBLE.
IS MRS. TEACH HERE?
- UH, YEAH, OF COURSE.
AND ME SISTERS TOO.
- IF IT PLEASE THE COURT, I WISH TO POINT OUT
THAT MR. TEACH IS NOW A RESPECTABLE
NORTH CAROLINA BUSINESSMAN
WITH A FULL PARDON FOR HIS CRIMES FROM GOVERNOR EDEN.
- YEAH.
WHAT DID THAT COST HIM?
[pounding gavel]
- THANK YOU, MR. TEACH.
THAT WILL BE ALL.
THAT'S THE WAY IT GOES.
OH, HERE'S YOUR DOUBLOON BACK.
NONE OF THE TAVERN KEEPERS WOULD TAKE IT.
OH, NO CHARGE FOR THE HAT.
- YOUR LORDSHIPS, YOU'VE HEARD THE EVIDENCE
FROM MR. TEACH AND THE REST OF HIS FINE CREW.
FOR THE CRIME OF PIRACY ON THE HIGH SEAS,
THE PROVENCE OF NORTH CAROLINA
DEMANDS THE ULTIMATE PENALTY FOR THESE THREE MISCREANTS.
THE HANGMAN'S NOOSE.
[all gasp]
[sawing sounds]
- MAYBE THEY'RE JUST BUILDING A NEW SCHOOLHOUSE.
- SURE.
AND THOSE ARE THE SWINGS FOR THE PLAYGROUND.
[all gulp]
- WELL, I'M NOT GETTING HANGED ON AN EMPTY STOMACH.
JAILOR?
HEY, JAILOR.
- WHAT DO YOU THREE PESTS WANT?
- WE'RE STARVED.
WE WANT OUR LAST MEAL.
- OH, WELL, OF COURSE, YOUR MAJESTIES.
LET'S SEE YOUR MONEY.
- MONEY?
WE HAVE TO PAY FOR OUR FOOD?
- ALL PRISONERS PAY FOR THEIR GRUB.
THAT'S THE LAW.
- SO BE IT, MY GOOD MAN.
BRING US THE BEST MEAL MONEY CAN BUY.
WE'LL GLADLY PAY.
- [chuckling] OH, YEAH?
WITH WHAT?
- WITH THIS.
- HUH?
WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?
- WHERE WE LIVE, EVERYONE CARRIES MONEY IN THEIR HEAD.
- HEY, SHOW ME HOW YOU DID THAT.
- WELL, I GUESS I COULD, BUT YOU'D HAVE TO COME IN HERE.
- ALL RIGHT.
BUT DON'T TRY ANYTHING.
- OKAY.
NOW JUST DO WHAT I DO.
[knuckles cracking]
- UGH.
WHEN DO WE GET THE MONEY?
I--I DON'T FEEL NO COIN.
- DIG DEEPER. I CAN HEAR THEM.
- IT AIN'T WORKING.
- TRY IT WITH BOTH EARS.
- OH.
- THAT'S IT.
- WHAT?
- I SAID--AH, NEVER MIND.
clank!
- COME BACK HERE!
- THANKS FOR LUNCH.
- THIS WAY.
- GUYS, WAIT UP.
- FORGET THE HAT.
COME ON.
- HEY, WHAT'S THIS?
- IT LOOKS LIKE THAT ISLAND WE WERE ON.
THIS MUST BE A MAP TO BLACKBEARD'S TREASURE.
- ALL RIGHT!
WE FOUND A REAL TREASURE MAP.
- YEAH, WELL, IF WE DON'T GET OUT OF HERE,
WE'RE GOING TO BE TOO DEAD TO USE IT.
- SAM'S RIGHT.
ANYWAY, WE HAVE TO FIND THE BOOK.
- AND HOW ARE WE GOING TO DO THAT?
WE DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO LOOK.
BESIDES, IF WE CAN'T GET HOME RIGHT AWAY,
WE'RE GOING TO NEED MONEY TO GET AROUND, RIGHT?
WELL, HERE'S A PILE OF IT.
AND IT'S JUST A MILE OFFSHORE.
- HE'S GOT A POINT.
LET'S GO.
- ARR!
- UGH!
- ARE YOU SURE THIS IS RIGHT?
I THOUGHT HE BURIED IT OVER THERE.
- IT'S RIGHT ACCORDING TO THE MAP.
MAYBE HE'S GOT MORE THAN ONE TREASURE ON THIS ISLAND.
- LET'S HOPE THIS ONE DOESN'T HAVE ANY BODIES.
clank!
- WE HIT SOMETHING.
BINGO!
- YOU CAN STOP RIGHT THERE, LADS.
[all gasp]
- BLACKBEARD!
- SO YOU WAS HOPING TO STEAL ME TREASURE.
TSK, TSK, TSK, TSK.
AND AFTER ALL I DONE FOR YOU.
- EXCUSE ME?
YOU MEAN NEARLY GETTING US DROWNED, SHOT AT,
EXPLODED, AND HANGED?
- WELL, IF YOU'RE GOING TO GET TOUCHY ABOUT EVERY LITTLE THING.
IT'S TOO BAD, REALLY.
YOU LADS HAVE SPIRIT, BUT BUSINESS IS BUSINESS.
GO AHEAD. OPEN IT.
MIGHT AS WELL GET A LOOK AT A REAL PIRATE'S TREASURE
SINCE IT'S THE LAST THING YOU'LL EVER SEE.
- WOW!
- NOW SAY YOUR PRAYERS, BOYS.
- WAIT.
UH, MR. BLACKBEARD, SIR,
AS LONG AS WE'RE ABOUT TO, YOU KNOW, DIE,
DO YOU THINK WE COULD ACTUALLY TOUCH SOME OF THE TREASURE?
- [sighs]
MAKE IT QUICK.
- OH, MAN!
both: "THE BOOK!"
- HANDSOME PIECE OF GOODS, AIN'T IT?
GOT IT OFF A SPANISH GALLEON .
IN FACT, 'TWAS RIGHT BEFORE I MET YOU LADS.
PITY YOU WON'T HAVE TIME TO READ IT.
NOW PREPARE TO MEET YOUR MAKER.
[whirling]
[breaking glass]
- GUYS, WE'RE HOME.
- AWESOME!
- ALL RIGHT!
[all cheering]
- OH, MAN, I HAD THAT TREASURE RIGHT IN MY HANDS.
WHAT GOOD IS FIGHTING PIRATES IF YOU CAN'T EVEN KEEP THE MONEY?
- I GUESS THAT BOOK REALLY IS SOME KIND OF TIME MACHINE.
- YEAH.
WELL, I SAY WE PUT IT SOMEWHERE SAFE AND NEVER OPEN IT AGAIN.
- BETTER CLEAN THAT UP, GUYS.
INTERESTING BOOK, HUH?
[clock ticking]