The look of horror on their faces said it all, Skipper' face was bleeding, but he didn't notice... Considering 8 devil-tenticles were reaching out towards the girl he loved...

*March 20th... 5:30 a.m*
He could hear Rico snoring and Kowalski reciting pi. He was to cold to bother to open his eyes, until through his eyelids, he could see a glow. He hoisted himself up, and stumbled to the steel door, ready to slap Kowalski for waking him up. Instead, as soon as the door creaked open, he immediately realised that the glow wasn't from any of Kowalski's new inventions... It was actually from a old back-pack that had been carelessly thrown in a dusty corner of the room. He cautiously approached the bag, lifted it and dusted cob-webs off of it. He reached inside and pulled out a rusty-old necklace, that had a crystal blue gem in the middle, which was causing the glow. He inspected it for a second, where had he seen this before?

*Flashback*
The 4 penguins were on a short trip to the Caribbean. Kowalski thought that this might be an ideal place for him to try and study and find the infamous ship-wreck of "The Crakin". "Legend has it that the Captain was the flying-dutchmen's son. He was lucky to not have had the curse of the Dutchman be bestowed apon him. But, he was a killer, he had a pet octopus as a child. He taught the animal how to hate, and how to follow his every command. He fed it, it grew to an enormous size. He released it into the ocean, but every dia he would call it por cantar it a song, a lullaby. It only came to him and listened to the singers commands."Kowalski said "So how does the song go?" Skipper asked. "No-one knows. It has been forgotten through the generations of storytelling. But legend also states that the ship was crafted out of gold, but it held a treasure much mais powerful... A treasure that grants wishes." "Oh yay, wнч not call the fairy godmother?" Skipper smirked. "But... It comes with a cost, if you wish mais than 3 wishes and only 3. You will be... *gulp* sent to david jones locker, the bad one." "So you mean hell?" Skipper said bored. "SKIPPER!" Rico blocked Privates ears as Kowalski screamed. "Wa? It aint sailors talk or anything, that's what it is, done and dusted."

Skipper was walking on the beach, when he noticed something wedged between two rocks. He walked over and pulled it out, it was rusted old colar with a crystal-blue gem in the middle. Skipper placed it into a bag, planning to ask Kowalski about it later...

*Present*

"But wнч is the gem glowing?" Skipper thought. He inspected it, he saw a shadow behind him. "HAAAYA!" Skipper yelled, whipping back and throwing a karate-chop. "Skipper!!! Ow!" Starlite had blocked the chop, now rubbing her arm. "Oh, sorry Starlz, good reaction." Skipper apologised. "What's that?" Starlite asked, referring to the unnatural glow. "Oh... Its just a colar i found a while ago, por the Carribbean island-" "WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?" She gasped. "Wa? This? i found it, as i just said previously, por th-" "No! Don't you get it?? That is the colar of David Joneis! The flying Dutchmens, son's fiancé!" Starlite gasped "Oh! Kowalski told me about some sort of treasure, but he never told me everything, carry on." Skipper said out of curiosity. "Ok...She disappeared before he could give it to her. The crew was blamed, because she was the most precious and beautiful girl, that's wнч she ment so much to him. When he found out, he put a curse on the ship (He said that the curse could be bestowed apon his ship and crew). Because this causes a LOT of people to be cursed, he basically killed 200 people and their children, thus, being the biggest murderer of all time. Yet, he still wasn't satisfied... i am sure you have heard of the crakin?" Starlite breathed. "Several times, i am a Skipper after all." Skipper said, gesturing her to carry on. "Right, so in addition to all of this. He decided... To put a curse on the necklace, because it was worth so much so no-one could take it. And if they did, they "got what they deserved", here's how it works: You are allowed to wish on the colar up to three times, only one person, so the seguinte can also get 3. Your wishes will come true, they will make you "happy". Then you will begin to desire more...And more, nothing can stop you at this point of the 4th wish. As soon as you wish the 4th one, you will hear a sweet...sweet lullaby from the ocean. Even of you are in the desert, you will follow the song. You will swim out at sea, there you will become then crakin's seguinte victim and a new crew member to the ship... And about 100 years later *gulp* thrown into the flames of hell." She finished with a shiver, the fact that the colar was glowing didn't help. "But that doesn't explain the glow." Skipper complained "i'm...i'm afraid...It does Skipper" She whispered, and started to shake. "What???" Skipper shouted "SSSH!!!*sigh* If you have wished a wish...It glows." Starlite whispered in a terrified tone. "Who? Who is it?" Skipper shouted. "i don't know, all i know is if we don't stop them from wishing again, all may be lost." "Ok... Let's first find a solution." Skipper calmed down, gripping the colar and pressing it against his head, as of hoping an idea would pop-up in his head.
"WAIT! i just remembered! Legend has it if the girl is found and then kisses the son. The person who wished on it will be free!!!" She smiled. "Well... Where do we find her?Or her ghost" Skipper smiled. "Dunno, but what i can say is this... We should keep this quiet, you know? In order not to cause panic?" "Agreed." Skipper nodded, and waddled towards the door. "Skipper wait! i almost forgot! If i'm not mistaken, the person who wished will try to make you wish apon it to. Because they will also want you to be "Happy". So remember...No wishing! And see if you spot anything unusual about anyone? i will also keep a lookout." She yawned. "Ok, i'm gonna keep this on me, to see if anyone bribes me into giving it to them." Skipper lifted the colar and inspected it, the glow reflecting off his face.

Starlite looked at him... She hadn't rally noticed how handsome Skipper was before, he was stern, no doubt, but he was sweet, kind, gentle and brave. The sound of a spanish violão, guitarra interrupted her thoughts, along with a sound of adoring subjects bowing down to a King, a jazzy voice, new bombs and the sound of crunching peanuts. Her and Skipper looked at each-other. "Holy-" "Crakins" Skipper finished her sentence off...