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The small mech shuddered against a cold wind, knowing that if he even moved from his spot along the jagged cliff that he would be seen by the patrols. He shuffled along the rock face and backed into a small cave, hoping it would provide him with adequate shelter from the storm.

Another rumble and flash of lightning, and the motorcycle Decepticon could have sworn he saw something on the water among the sheets of rain falling in the darkness. He lifted an optic ridge in query as the words of a single male voice wavered through the wet air. "...Yo ho ho and really bad eggs."

The Cybertronian motorcycle couldn't help but wonder what the heck the idiot was singing about, and secondly, what kind of IDIOT human would sail in this kind of weather. Oh well, Cruise-Control had allways told him the flesh-creatures were stupid. But he got the answer to hisquestion a moment later when lightning struck one of the sailing ship's tall masts. The sails weren't up, thankfully.

"Arr! that all ye got, ya blarney-kissin whelp-wind!" the sailer shouted to the air. Golwing offlined his optics and then onlined them again in a blink. Wasn't lightning harmful to humans? He edged forward, towards the mouth of his tiny shelter, to see the ship sailing even closer. The sails were black colored, with what looked like a skull and crossed structural struts in the background of it. The Decepticon ran a quick internet search and discovered they were called pirates. But according to the historical documents he had found, they had supposedly been wiped out in the 18th century. He leaned forward, carefully opening a channel. He had seen what the supposed flag of the pirates looked like, and he recognised the 'bones', as the humans called them, as well as the cranial unit having a destinct Cybertronian resemblance. "Umm. excuse me..." he began hesitantly.

""Gyaah! Voices from beyond! they beckon to me!" the reply came. Then a moment of silence, and a reply. "Lemme lone! can't ya see Ah'm trying ta catch me some lightnin' boy? yarrrr!"

Goldwing almost chuckled at the terrible impression of a pirate, but replied in his most innocent voice "I need someone to get me off this island. Please? I know you're a Decepticon, aren't you?"

Before a response could come, the sound of helicopters, and a barrage of curses filled the air. The ship turned and dissapeared into the fog, as though it were nothing more than a ghost. Goldwing blinked and tried to suppress his moan of dissapointment. He tried to hold back the feeling he'd never get off this blasted island, now. He returned to the back of the cave, knowing the entrance was hidden behind the camoflauge netting he had put up. He offlined his optics, hoping he could figure out a way to escape, get energy, and find out where in the universe he was. Or, maybe, Cruise-Control would escape and come get him. He hoped so. His partner had allways been there for him, and he wasn't sure he could survive on his own.