When I got on the ship, my hands and legs were bound to the mast.I could feel the rope cutting into my skin, and I started to bleed.
The boiling hot sun, was beating down on me, and Captain Teague was sitting on a canon beside me sharpening his sword and loading fresh silver bullets into his pistol.
He got up, and walked over to me.

"If your gonna kill me, you might want to sharpen that sword more."

"Who said anything about killing?"
He placed the sword at my throat.

(Oh my god! He was really serious about killing me! I thought)

"Your not really Keith are you?"
(He ripped off his beard, his wig, and threw his over coat into the sea.)

"I knew it!You bloody, idiot!"

"Knew what?!"

"That you weren't Captain Teague, I knew my real dad wouldn't try and kill me!"

It was my real dads sworn enemy Hector Barossa!

"Hector!" I shouted at him.

"Don't shout at me Tyler. You have your father to blame for this!"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Jack, you little bastard!"

"Like I keep telling Captain Teague who is this bloke Jack?"

"Oh, you aught to know!Jack!"
(Jack walks to me)

"You trader! You said you hated Barossa!"Jack said.

"I did, didn't I."
He said pressing the sword into my chest.I was sure that I was gonna die.

All of a sudden, a gunfire went off.
Barossa fell flat on me, and I kicked his limp body off me.

"Eh!"

I said with disgust.

"Who fired that shot?"

"I did."

"Keith?"
(Keith walks out of the captains quarters with is gun still freshly smoking with wight).

"Thanks, you saved my life!"

"No problem Tyler."
He said.

(Jack, and Keith untied me.)🏴