(On Apueblo Island, in the middle of the desert)
Dorsalo: How many of them are there?
Jack: Who cares, get ready for this. Ondo Ondo no Frostbite! (he swings his sword, causing a wave of cold air to cleave through several blurs on the horizon!)
Jack: Got 'em!
Dorsalo: Wait a sec, where'd they go? (there is no trace of the mysterious figures)
Jack: Look, over there! (several other shadowy figures appear on the horizon)
Jack: Ondo Ondo no Frostbite! (the figures mysteriously disappear)
Dorsalo: They're mirages!
Jack: They look real to me. (he takes off running)
Dorsalo: Oh boy. (he runs after Jack)
Jack: Come back here you bastards! Get over here you cowards.
Dorsalo: I'm telling you, they're not real! (an arrow comes out of nowhere and lands near Jack's foot. He picks it up and pokes Dorsalo with it jokingly)
Jack: You call this fake?
Dorsalo: Uhhhhhhhhhh (several warriors with bows drawn appear, surrounding them)
???: You there, lay down your weapons at once!
Dorsalo: He's talking to you
???: You too Pinocchio!
Jack: Ha, that's actually a good one.
Dorsalo: Who the hell are you calling Pinnochio! I'll kill you.
Jack: Whoah calm down.
???: I told you to drop your weapons. You Yellow Bandits will never fool us!
Jack: Who are you? And who are the Yellow Bandits?
???: You may call me the Chief. I am the leader of the Apueblo Tribe.
Jack: Oh, well we're the Swashbuckling Pirates.
Dorsalo: Don't just tell people that!
Chief: Hmm you do not seem like Yellow Bandits and you do not seem like pirates. Come with us back to our village so we can get to know each other a little better.
Jack: Sounds good.
TO BE CONTINUED