"A pirate? Never! I'd rather die!"
cried our chapel boy in despair,
"please Jack! Anything but a pirate!"
"Part of the ship part of
the crew mate, get up off
your backside and row!" Jack took
out his compass and flipped it
open, but this time the spinning
pointer wouldn't settle. Our hero cried
"Hold tight! We're going down!" The
pirates cursed as their oars thrashed
through the ocean of chocolate sauce
this is like Charlie's chocolate factory!
But it lacks the adventure it's
waves were beginning to slow the