A/N – This is my first POCT fic, so feel free to bash my terrible characterization of Jack!
Summary – What was Jack thinking about while in the Jail cell in Port Royal; before Will got him out?
Disclaimer – I own nothing!
Drink, Cuss and fight like a Pirate
You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before? -- Jack to Will
I knew he was Bootstrap's kid the moment we started fighting; of course I didn't dwell on it so much. I was running from those bloody Twats who call themselves soldiers. Ha! They couldn't catch a parakeet on a misty morning! The only reason they even got their grimy hands on me was the fact that the drunk of a blacksmith got me from behind while I was dealing with the kid!
Which reminds me that I have gotten off the thread of thought I was thinking of before I was thinking of those soldiers…which reminds me that I was thinking of Bill!
Bill Turner was a good pirate, he drank rum like no one I ever knew and we often had drinking games. He would win, I never could hold my rum…well, until Barbossa left me on that bloody island…and yet again I am getting off track…….well, that just shows what a genius I really am!
Bootstrap's little whelp almost got me; and I'm the kid's Godfather and everything. I should have taught him how to fight correctly, well…correctly ain't the word I am looking for. More like, "fight like a pirate" works for this. I mean, does he even know that a pirate will do anything to get out of a bloody, life-threatening situation? I may be a coward in a general sense, but any man would be afraid to be lynched!
All right, the whelp's also way too bloody polite! I bet he doesn't even swear! And if he did, he'd say something stupid like "Darn that pickle!" and that would only put his own father to shame! Billy could sear better than me too, however, I had to get him started on it.
(SNICKER) Yeah, I remember it like 'tis were yesterday! After I whacked him with the pistol for being stupid, he cussed like there weren't no tomorrow! It was hilarious! We had fun teasing him for months after that. I'm afraid old Bill never did live that one down. Hell, when I'm dead (which I will be sometime today…they do have to rebuild after that attack last night so I've got time…) anyway, when I am dead, I'll still laugh my ass off about it!
My…what is this? The whelp has come to help? Maybe I an do my job as a Godfather and teach the kid how to drink rum, cuss, and fight like a real Pirate!
Oh yes, the moment will come...! Billy would have my head if he ever got the chance. Not that he will, of course, since he's dead. But I'll just have to tell him in detaila bout it when I am dead and then he can try and kill me again! hehehehehehehe! (snicker).
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