Yoshizilla-Rhedosaurus: Well, today is a huge day, isn't it? I'm just writing new fanfics left and right. What am I, a fanfiction factory? Heh.
Captain Jack Sparrow and Hector Barbossa were both chilling together on a lone tropical island several southern miles off the Asia coast, resting on the lone coconut tree as they finished off an unnamed adventure that was so obviously non canon to the actual movies.
"So, how goes your new ship, Hector?" Jack asked as he drank the rum out of the small barrel.
Barbossa held a coconut as he chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, it's all right. Better than the old rusty ship that I used to have."
"What did happen to that ship, anyway?" Jack asked as he glanced at Barbossa.
"Don't you remember?" Barbossa remarked in disbelief as he lifted himself up. "Or do you coincidentally forget everything that doesn't benefit you in any way, shape, or form?"
Jack shook his right hand about as he shook his head. "No. I just look forward to the future every day. It's how I get my kicks."
Awkward silence.
"Is there any more rum?" Jack asked as he turned back to Barbossa.