"He's my brother." "He's killed eighty people in two days." "He's adopted."

 Trips in and almost crashes into the cookie table. Looks around. Hopes no one has seen. Takes a chair, clears throat, tries to look dignified. 

 I now have something for you all. This is part of a deleted scene from my book! Enjoy!

 Jack and her sardine Nemo

 Wallace was a hoarder. Like a pack rat. Hogan liked that. He knew Wallace wouldn't, but Wallace liked nothing unless it gleamed and started with the letters G or J.

Hogan knelt down and picked up some of the gold coins at his feet. All of the gold and jewels in this cave had more then likely come from English merchant ships. Maybe even some Italian. Very likely some of them had been German. And there was no doubt a good many of them had been French.

“Wow,” Lewis whistled loud enough to alert anyone they were on the island. His whistle echoed off the cave walls and was thrown back to them ten times louder.

“Really, must you?” Louis snapped.

“Well, look who is in a bad mood again. And we're surprised, why?”