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The boat finally hit solid land and Barbossa knew he was very close to the treasure cove. He followed the ever unwavering light of the shining gold and entered the cavern. He was supposed to meet Jolly Rojer here but at the moment there was no sign of him.
Barbossa walked up to the giant stone chest which he knew was filled with cursed coins. He shoved the lid to the side a bit and picked out a coin. He dustied it off with his fingers the golden skull on the coin reflecting in his eyes.
"So Hector Barbossa you're back. You have kept me waiting." Barbossa spun around shiftily stealing the coin in to his pocket. There at the bottom of the mound of gold Jolly Roger, an intimadating skelon figure, stood waiting.
Barbossa spoke loud and confident, "Captain Jolly Roger, I have come for my old, ancient ship."
"You, Captain Hector James Barbossa, have come for your iron ship with more firepower than the Flying Dutchman, speed equal to the Black Pearl, and size three times the size of the Dutchman. You, Captain Barbossa, have come for the Flying Death."
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