John Parker woke up from his cell early. “I guess we’re still at sea” he mumbled, getting up from the floor. Ever since he had smuggled some goods from the Valencian Armada, he had paid the price, spending weeks in prison. But today, something felt different. “Ahoy there,” said a voice behind John’s cell. He turned around, and there were two men standing right near his cell door. There was a monkey who liked like he was in the navy, and a big old man with an eyepatch. “What’s your name, pirate?” the man said. “Uh.. Noble John Parker, sir.” John replied, glancing around the cell. “I told you, he is the one!” the monkey said, “Now let’s get him ou-” “Not so fast,” said the man, “If you are who you say you are, prove it.” “Now, where did you
