“After much deliberation,” said the oldest and shortest elder there from atop the rock that only the elders could stand on, “We have decided to invite the captives to a grand feast for the nice treasure they have so graciously provided. They, of course, will be the main course.”
“ARRR!” cried the pirates in unison, but they weren’t the captives–they were Captain Scurvy and the rest of the crew! The non-captive pirates charged in with their weapons brandished, but stopped when a thousand native hostile villagers sprung from the overgrown shrubberies brandishing their own dangerous weapons.
You decide what happens next:
1. IF THE VILLAGERS CAPTURE THE PIRATES, GO TO P. 23.
2. IF THE PIRATES MAKE A HASTY RETREAT, GO TO P. 13.
