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The priest heard the chapel door squeak and turned around.
"Oh Lord, it's you again."
Jackie crossed the aisle in three big steps, dragging a terrified pirate by the hand.
"I don't like your tone, farther," she hissed, jabbing the priest's face right in the philtrum with her favourite dagger. "And it seems to me that you don't need no nose and this island don't need no church."
"Alright, alright," the man said under breath. "Come," he motioned at the altar, "let's start with your vows."