Journey for good luck

- Looks like we’ve hit the wrong place again, Azrael!” Gargamel exclaimed in alarm. - Meow Maa! — The cat yelled, jumping on the owner’s shoulder, when a carriage rushed by. Because of this, the sorcerer took a step back and immediately stumbled and fell right into the door that was behind. Having come to his senses and looking around, he realized that he was in some kind of bar, at the same time realizing that he was obviously at the wrong time. Around the tables sat not the first sober people. Seeing the magician who came to them, they neighed like horses. Some man who was standing near the bar with a bottle of rum before turned around and immediately shouted: — Oh, look, we have a monk! Come to us! : — That man was Jack Sparrow, as usual with dreadlocks on his head and a lot of trinkets in them. It’s just all covered in dirt. Before Gargamel had time to run out of the building, the man grabbed him and dragged him to the nearest table, seating him at the speed of sound and pouring him a full glass of rum at the speed of sound. From such Gargamel did not immediately come to his senses, when he arrived, the pirate thrust a glass into his hand and exclaimed “Over the sea!” and dozens of faces stared at the sorcerer, and then the cries of “Drink to the bottom” “Drink drink drink!” Because of all this, the unfortunate person had no choice but to drink, because these crazy people could have anything on their minds! Grimacing, Gargamel drank half a glass with a confident look, but apparently this was enough for the rum to hit his brain. The blood began to play in the veins and the soul demanded fun! Azrael fled to the roof of the building, out of danger. - Walk like a walk!!! — With these words, Gargamel finished his rum and climbed onto the table, giving the musicians a sign to play something cheerful, began to dance on the table. He was joined by Jack, who began to tap dance. But apparently this was not enough for Gargamel and he jumped onto the next table and began to dance almost a corps de ballet! - Look, the monk knows a lot about entertainment! Someone exclaimed. The next minute the Sorcerer jumped down from the table and, seizing the girl of easy virtue, began to circle her in a frantic dance, such as she had never seen in all her life. And then she went into a state of shock. Leaving her alone, Gargamel ran to the table, grabbed a bottle of Jack’s rum and drank. Madness finally took over and the next thing he did was run up to the musicians and, grabbing a guitar, began to play a pathetic parody of rock on it. However, this kind of music was new and everyone began to dance. But then the drunken sorcerer could no longer stand on his feet and passed out and fell into a chair opposite Jack. Chaos reigned in the bar. Jack finished the rest of the rum and a crazy thought came to him! “But you can earn extra money on this eccentric!” He stood up from his chair and walked over to Gargamel. He shook him, but he only mumbled something incomprehensibly. Realizing that you can do whatever you want with him, the pirate grabbed him and dragged him out of the bar. luckily the Sorcerer was easy and Jack didn’t have to try too hard. Having dragged him to the nearest port, Jack noticed familiar slave traders — pirates. — O friends! Look what I have for you! exclaimed Jack Sparrow, dragging Gargamel behind him. - Jack, I hope this is not your friend? - Not at all! We’ve known each other for about an hour! Well, do you take it? - How much do you want for it? — Enough for 10 bottles of rum and a snack! - Well, you turned it down buddy! For such a badass? so many! For 5 bottles, period! - Well, okay on your hands?! - Deal! In the next minute, the Sorcerer was dragged onto the ship like a thing, fortunately, Azrael managed to jump after him. Jack Sparrow disappeared as if it never happened. - Well, let’s see what kind of goods he sold us? — Said the first pirate. - Let’s see! — A colleague answered him and they approached Gargamel. - Hey wake up! Come on, show me your teeth! : — Tormosha,” the first pirate spoke up. At that moment, Gargamel began to come to his senses, slowly but come. from the bright sun, he grimaced and automatically put his smile on display. - Waters Infection, this Sparrow! What he us only vtyuhal! This wimp has less than half of his teeth! - So it’s impossible to sell him as a servant, maybe as a rower? - No! It’s definitely not, look at him, he will die right away, simply no one will buy him from us! - And I told Sparrow you can never trust!” brains powder, crap vpindyurit and was like that! - Yeah… We’ll have to get rid of him. Let’s shoot, but in the sea? - Do not let him go to a desert island, otherwise know that his entire order will come for him as soon as he finds out that he was killed! — Yes, you are right, we will take him to a desert island! On that, the two agreed. Half a day later they were already on the island, literally throwing out the sleeping Gargamel, returned to the ship and sailed away. This time the faithful cat managed to jump off the ship unnoticed and, having become worried, lay down next to the owner and began to lick him on the cheek. From this, the magician finally began to wake up. - Azra — Eill??? he whispered languidly, desperate for water. - Murrr-! — The cat ran deep into the island and five minutes later came running with a coconut in his mouth. - What is this? - Muremur — Azrael answered in his own way. - Ko-ko-s, you say-rish? — Moore! Gargamel got up and somehow sat down, began to peck at the coconut, noticing a bizarre sea shell nearby, he tried to peck at it, and yet he succeeded with great tenacity. After drinking coconut milk, the magician felt better. - Now it is better! But where am I?! — Murr Moore! Precisely this is all that scoundrel pirate! He got me drunk and then put me on some ship! Well, nothing, he still learns the revenge of the great Gargamel! — Mermoor! The cat confirmed. - But first we need to get off this damned island!” The magician looked around, assessing the situation until he noticed something on the horizon. - Look Azrael, there’s a ship there!” Run to that part of the island! He ran as fast as if he saw a smurf. Meanwhile, the ship was sailing towards the island. But this was no ordinary ship. It was a ghost ship led by Captain Armando Salazar. About half a day ago, they got out of the “Devil’s Triangle”, and now they were determined to find and kill Jack Sparrow, because of which they got into this triangle. They sailed on a large ship of the line, which looked like ruins: the lower decks had no skin, and therefore the ship looked like a skeleton. The mainmast was broken and dangling from one of the sides. The rest had broken sails. The crew itself looked no better: Captain Salazar literally looked like a dead man, with part of his head missing, hair flowing like it was in water. His skin, especially on his face, seemed to be cracked. And the eyes looked completely different from those of a living person. The team looked even scarier, as if everyone was like at the moment of the explosion, some of them were missing body parts, so that half of the head and half of the arm floated in the air… In general, the spectacle was terrible. Seeing them closer, Gargamel thought that these were post-drunk hallucinations, but looking closer, he realized that this was not at all the case. And then, having gone into shock, but still ready to escape from this island at any cost, he began to desperately shout to the ship passing by. And seeing that there was no reaction and at the same time realizing that this might be the only chance, he gathered his strength, put Azrael on his shoulders and ordered him to hold on tight, ran more than a meter across the water, ran up, jumped onto the hanging mainmast and desperately crawled over it. Now he was driven by only one desire, the desire to survive…