will_scarlett | Sherwood Plot-First Team

Ben seems to have the cart covered, so Atton wanders over to the second guard, casually hoisting him up and, then, further up, several feet into the air.

"Should I just keep him here in case we need him for something?"

"Looks like you're doing just fine to me, mate!"

The call comes from a broad branch up in the nearest tree, where Jack Sparrow is lounging against the trunk and keeping an eye on the proceedings.

"Thought you lot would never show up."

John eyes Jack warily and looks at the two guards,

"Just let 'em go, they've made such fools o'themselves, naught too much else we can do to 'em. Where's the chest then?"

Jack waves one hand expressively at the cart.

"Under that there piece of bloody heavy wood." Gold flashes from a tooth as he grins unrepentantly.

"Had to keep them from making off with it, now didn't I?"

"What piece of heavy wood?" Ben asks holding the cart above his head.

Teja hasn't let go of his guard yet.

"We might wish to speak to him," he points out, gesturing at the mud with the butt of his axe, "if that chest does not contain any tax; he might have an idea where the true bounty went."

Atton sets his guard back down on the ground, though.
"Go flee now. If you're still around by the time I've drawn my knife I'll kill you." Atton gives him a shove.

John looks at the guard's,

"Aye, chase 'em 'way, they'll na bother us."

Once Ben lifts the cart, its hard to miss the mud puddle and the chest slowly sinking with lots of interesting sounds.

The guard Atton was holding runs terrified down the road, only tripping a little in the mud, the other one is mesmerized by Teja's axe.

Jack gives a startled look to Ben.

"Now that's interesting."

He shrugs and jumps down from the tree branch, then promptly strolls over to the edge of the puddle, cocks his head to one side, and eyes the chest.

Atton gives the chest a quick look, before reaching down to pull it out.

"S'all muddy," wrinkling his nose slightly.

"Aw don't you worry yer pretty little face, I'll buy ya a pedicure when we get back to the bar," Ben quips as he carefully turns the cart over to set it down right side up. He not sure if the cart is salvageable or not but just in case.

He then takes a look about the clearing for any signs of knights or footmen before turning to look at the chest. "You gonna get that or shall I?"

Teja leaves the guard he apprehended behind, and steps towards the chest, weighing the axe in his hand. "Shall I?" he asks. "One would assume we have no key."

"Aye, if there was one probably in the muck, just break it, na great loss."

John rumbles and gives a glare to the last guard who flees after his friend.

"No drawings of keys, either. Not for this chest, savvy?"

Jack seems privately amused for some reason, even as he shrugs.

"Crack it open, mate. Having a plan's much more better than having a key, but having the treasure's better still."

Teja swings his axe, and splits the chest open.

Ben looks over Teja's shoulder curious to see what, if anything, is in the chest.

Atton peers over Teja's other shoulder.

He suspects there isn't anything in the chest, but it's worth a look.

After a moment, he levitates one of the pouches up into his hand, opening it and peering inside. There may be a slight gleam in his eyes when he sees the gold.

"We've hit the jackpot." If he wasn't morally bound to give the money to the Merry Men to distribute amongst the poor, he'd be stuffing it in his pockets by now.

Stupid morals.

John grins at that,

"Good, let's be gettin' 'em out then."

Teja relaxes his axe and turns to look at where the guards have vanished to.

"Good - we need not recapture them now."

He picks up some pouches, also, and looks around at the other men -- Ben Grimm, one would assume, could carry them all.

"Well done."

The bright gleam in Jack's black eyes might be chalked up to pride at their success, but anyone knowing the pirate well could safely bet that there's something else involved, as well.

"Allow me."

Helpfully, Jack gathers up several pouches, balancing them in a bundle in his arms.

One makes its way up a sleeve; another just happens to fall from his fingers and into a pocket.

"Will ya look at that," Ben says completely dazzled by the amount of gold that sits before him. So dazzled he completely misses the wayward pouches Jack has grabbed for himself.

"I can carry all of it if ya guys want."

Atton gives Jack a sidelong look, smirks a little, but says nothing.

To Ben: "If you insist." He tosses his pouch Ben's way.

Teja bends to pick up some pouches, throwing them to Ben, also. In the process, he accidentally on purpose nudges Jack Sparrow's sleeve.

Little John moves to help so that Ben's carrying the majority but he's got a few and looks over to Teja and Jack,

"Can just 'ead back to meet with the others then."

There's a musical jingling as the pouch up Jack's sleeve is jostled by Teja's interference. Hastily, Jack shifts the rest of the pouches that he's holding in his arms, adding to the sound of coinage, and then nods to Little John.

"Lead the way, mate."

Re: The Cart

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Re: The Cart

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