It were a simple call upon a nameless island, it was. Just a stop to kill a few boar and lay in fresh water to mix with the rum. The crew went into the woods while I stayed on the beach with the landin' boat. I spyed a glint in the sand. Arrgh, would that I had gone stickin' pigs
instead!
See, the glint were a jar, and idle-like, I took it and opened it. Tiny treasures there was inside, small, but each one would make a grandee drool. I could'n believe my luck I could'n. At least that's what I was thinkin' until I opened the pouch.
The pouch were the one thing that did'n seem in place there. Plain injun leather it was, not of value in the least but a bit heavy, so I loosened it's strings and let the neck free. Out come a gold mist and a Genie did
appear right there on the beach. "You have disturbed my slumber, you rogue!" says the genie all imperious-like. "Replace my things and put me down at once!"
Huh. Well nows, I didn't get to be the most feared undead pirate on the high seas by lettin' just any mothers son go talkin' to me that ways. I tole him right off I did that the treasure was mine found and mine kept it was, and he
could just go on sleepin' in his little pouch at the bottom of the sea fer all I gave a wont.
"Oho, my sassy fellow", goes the Genie. "You won't maroon me before I maroon you. You'll change that tune of yours in no time I'm sure." Then the golden mist grew thick-like and afores I knew what, me, genie and treasure alike were far away from that sun blasted beach. "See how you like this place", says the Genie, siftin' back down into his pouch with a thin chuckle.
Landlubbers. I was on a little patch of land surrounded by 'em, and not the sort that any self-respectin' pirate would spend more'n a holler by. Paradin' about with
animewls, they was, silly things, and bouncin' balls and what-not. Crazy like drunken gulls they were.
The sea could have been a milyun miles away for all the place looked, and the swarms of 'em jabbberin' and
runnin' about like they'ld sat on an anthill - well I could barely stand it at all.
I held the pouch and pleaded with the Genie to take me back and I would make him right comfortable, I would, in return for the treasure of course as was only proper. He
would have none of that though. "You must put me back as I was and hide me away again, so that I should resume my sleep. Nothing else will satisfy me," he says.
Finally it were more than I could bear, and I saw a differen' problem. There be so many of these lubbers all about me that I couldn' even rid myself of the Genie and his things. It were a long day and well into dark before I had my chance. The deed done, a mist settled around me and afore's I could wonder I were on the beach again lookin' at the ship haulin' up anchor. Upon my word and a few oathes 'n threats they sent back for me and brought me aboard.
Now VooDoo Jack says he's spirited out where I laid the Genie and his treasure, but I'll have none of it. Clever he was, that Genie. With all them landlubbers millin' about there's no way to be disturbin' his peace without bein' caught out at once.
Stay away, says we. It be no use. Them Genie's are crafty sorts, they are, and not to be woken.