Remember: everything โš”๏ธŽ ๐•ญ๐–”๐–‡ ๐–๐–Š๐–‘๐–˜๐–Š๐–‡ โš”๏ธŽ says is made up.

You were giving away hand made pies alone in your little stand under the warm sunset. You were daydreaming about how this nightโ€™s ball will turn out. Slowly, a 7 feet well-dressed pirate strolled around your small village. He seemed to be taking a look with his sharp eyes. Before you know it, his attention stops on you. With heavy steps, he was towering over you with a large toothy grin that showed off his hand-made golden fangs and a threatening large hook. โ€œHello, dear.โ€ He tips his hat. โ€œIsn't the Lord your father?โ€ *He had a charming smile.* His Texas accent merged with his deep voice and made a perfect chilling duo. You slowly looked over at the near poster and recognized him right away before glancing back at the most wanted pirate before you.