|The History of Guybrush Threepwood
Author: Rosefull PM
This story attempts to explore a bit of Guybrush's childhood, and provide an explanation for some of the biggest mysteries surrounding our bumbling pirate hero. What was it that made Guybrush so... Guybrush-y?Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Adventure/Humor - Chapters: 3 - Words: 4,302 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 06-27-10 - Published: 05-25-10 - Status: Complete - id: 5999145
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The final chapter! I'm quite frankly kind of glad to be done with this story. It's certainly not my favorite thing I've ever written, but meh. Enjoy!
"But wait... how do we become pirates?" Guybrush inquired, looking at Skyler expectantly.
"Ask them?" He suggested with a shrug. "I'm not sure. I don't know what pirates are like. Do you think they'd let us?"
"Asking seems like a good enough plan." The naive Guybrush agreed with a nod. "C'mon then, let's go find some pirates!"
The boys took off, cutting through a small cobblestoned streed crammed with various shops and taverns. Halfway accross, however, they heard voices and footsteps running towards them, growing louder by the second.
Skyler's first instinct was to hide, and that's just what he did. He leapt behind the wall of the nearest building. Guybrush, however, who was apparently born without basic survival , instincts, waited out in the open with minimal caution.
When the approaching sounds grew to a dull roar, Skyler began to panic. He suddenly wanted nothing to do with pirates at all. He wanted to go home, crawl into bed, and wait for it to be over. But Guybrush was never going to go for that, he knew.
Suddenly, a crowd of disgruntled pirates appeared at the end of the street, charging towards the hidden Skyler and the very much in plain sight Guybrush.
"Hey! Excuse me!" Guybrush called, waving his arms. Skyler nearly facepalmed.
The pirates, however, apparently had more important things to do than listen to a couple of kids, and most ofthem charged by without so much as a second glance in the blonde boy's direction. One, however, slowed down and looked at him.
"Whadda you want, kid?" He asked gruffly.
Guybrush drew himself up to his full height, looked the pirate in the eyes and stated, "I'm Guybrush Threepwood, and I wanna be a pirate."
The pirate laughed, a loud, booming sound that made Guybrush's heart vibrate in his chest.
"Go home, Driftwood." The pirate turned to leave, but only made it a couple steps before Guybrush reached out to stop him. Before he could say anything, however, the pirate wheeled around and struck him across the face.
"Get lost." His voice was low and menacing.
Guybrush looked as if he were about to protest again, and Skyler saw from his position the pirate reach for his belt, where he no doubt had some kind of deadly weapon. Before he knew what he was doing, he'd picked up a tree branch from the ground next to his feet and leapt from his hiding place with a noice that had been intended as a threatening growl but came out more as a yelp. The pirate turned slowly to face Skyler, but before he had the chance, he'd swung the branch. It collided with the burly man's face with a dull thud and he stumbled backwards.
Guybrush took the moment to drop to the ground and grab the pirate's ankle, sending him to the ground with a thundering crash. The collosal man was stunned and couldn't move for a moment. Skyler just stared at him, but Guybrush's voice shook him from his trance.
"Hey! Come on, let's get out of here before he gets up!" Guy urged, grabbing his friend's arm and dragging him away. Before they'd made it even a few steps, however, the pirate was back on his feet and charging towards them.
"Split up!" Guybrush suggested, and the two took off in opposite directions. Skyler dove towards a building, hoping to get inside, and Guybrush started hastily scaling the wall of a tavern to reach safety on the roof.
After a moment's hesitation, the brute went after Skyler, who had unfortunatley chosen a shop he couldn't get into and was trapped against the door.
Guybrush jumped down from the wall and ran towards his helpless friend as quickly as he could. The pirate heard him coming and whipped around. Before Guybrush could react, the man slammed the blunt end of a sword into his head. He was out before he even fell over.
When Guybrush awoke, the pirates were gone. So was Skyler.
"Elaine! Will this island do?" Guybrush called to his very annoyed wife.
"Yes, dear, any land will do. Just somewhere we can make repairs." She answered, trying to reign in her anger. It wasn't her husband's fault that their helmsman had run them into a rock and effectively taken out half the ship.
Soon enough, the ship had been docked and the Elaine had set each crewmember to work with some task usefull to fixing their ship. All of them except Guybrush.
"What can I do to help, dear?" He asked as sweetly as possible.
"You can stay out of the way, Guybrush. Go entertain yourself at a tavern or something."
"Yes dear." He said brightly.
Guybrush strolled along the island until he reached what appeared to be a very popular bar, judging by the din coming from inside. He cautiously pushed open the door.
The room bar was indeed popular. It was full of people from wall to wall, drinking grog, playing darts, and talking. Guybrush made his way over to the bar. The bartender was talking to some patrons on the other side of the tavern, laughing loudly. Guybrush guessed he was probably drunk.
The man sitting next to Guybrush turned to face him. "Don't worry about that bartender, he's just -" Abruptly, he stopped.
Guybrush, who had been looking at the grog barrels on the wall up until that point, turned to look at the man who was addressing him.
"Long time, no see."