Baxter in court

[Chris Baxter]

*Baxter is in in court waiting for his name to be called, he looks around.. he spots Double A leaving the court room after another drunk and disordy conduct charge*

 

 

Balif: Christopher Baxter

 

*Baxter walks up to the judge*

 

Judge: Mr. Baxter you are charged with Drunk driving and assulting a police officer.. and you lucky hes not going to charge you with attempted murder, lets see, resisting arrest, and a few other charges. how do you pleed

 

Baxter: that bloddy landlubber assaulted me, and i have the bloody scars to prove it

 

Judge: Son, just answer my question

 

Baxter: and that son of a gun killed one of my crewmates, if he didnt have that blasted gun he would of been sharkbait

 

Judge: Answer my damn question or you will be chraged with contept of this court. how do you plead Mr. Baxter; Guilty or not guity

 

Baxter: *sighs* Aye, guilty

 

Judge: thank you, two years probation, 50 hours community service, a phicatric evaluation because you think your a pirate, and if you keep with these outburts i will send you to jail and you will be bunking with "Pirates" for the next 3 years, understood

 

Baxter: aye

 

Judge: Balif; excort mr Baxter out so he can pay his fine

 

*Baxter is excourted into the next room*

 

Receptionist: Ok Mr..... Baxter .. you total comes to $80,000 will you be paying today or later on

 

Baxter: Aye, be paying it off, are dubloons ok

 

Receptionist: No, if you want you have untill May 1st to pay it off

 

Baxter: fine.. you'll have your money by then

 

receptionist: now take a right out this door and wait for a probation officer.. she'll be telling you where your going to be doing you community service since you move around so much with your job

 

*baxter takes the corner and sit down waiting for someone*

 

Baxter: This is total BS.. im a pirate.. im supposed to be sailing free .. not locked up

 

Porbation officer: Mr.. Baxter is it .. well you certainly got youself in a pickle..

well i called your company and they gave me the locations of your shows for the next several months.. and sice your sailing so much you must know about swimming so for the next few months you will be teaching little kids how to swim

 

Baxter: You got to be shitting me.. right .. i got to teach little brats how to float ... cant i just do what me father did, n throw em overboard with a rope on the other end of the ship and they have to swim to it if they want to survive

 

Officer: Mr. Baxter!!! that is no way to talk.. you will also be helping with the senior exercises as well.. and the ones around here are such a colorful bunch

 

Baxter: aww shit .. fine.. ill show up.. what time does this shit strat n finish so i can get this crap over with

 

Officer: Tomarrow at 4 is the kids swim lessons and 5:30 for the seniors i expect you to be there around 3:45 for a check in.. the main desk will be tracking the times you arrive and leave so i will know.

 

Baxter: fine fine .. can i leave now .. i want to get my effects and ship back .. do you know how much it would be to get my ship out of the impound

 

Officer: $25,000

 

Baxter: Son of a .....

 

*baxter leaves the courtroom and gets to get his effects downstairs.. scene ends as baxter is shaking his head trying to get a taxi to the impound lot*

 

 

 

 

[Versus]

Y'arr, there be no luck for ye matey. Best be drownin the younguns. Y'arrrr.