The Hokey Pokey
Summary: What if the Hokey Pokey really is what it's all about . . . ?
Disclaimer: All characters from the motion picture Pirates of the Caribbean: the Curse of the Black Pearl belong to the actors who portray them, the creators, writers, etc. All others belong to us, as does any aberrations from the movie, maiming, or killing.
Author's Note: Yes, everyone but Jack is OOC. We realize that the Hokey Pokey, the Wizard of Oz, and the Magic Eight Ball didn't exist in the early 1700s(or late 1700s, for that matter . . . ) We just don't care.
"Wha' if the Hokey Pokey really is wha' i's all about?"
Anamaria rolled her eyes disgustedly as Joshamee Gibbs glanced up from his dinner.
"Firs' we'd 'ave t' ask, 'Wha' is th' Hokey Pokey?'"
Jack said nothing, merely smirked inanely, lifting a long dirty finger to point it at the old sailor as a gesture of affirmation.
Anamaria rolled her eyes yet again. The worst part about this was that neither one of them was drunk. "Gibbs . . . you put your right foot in, you take your right foot out, you put your right foot in, and you shake it all about, you do the Hokey Pokey and you-"
"Turn yourself around!" Jack cried triumphantly. "Then they say, 'tha's wha' i's all about.' I was jus' wond'rin' if the Hokey Pokey really is wha' i's all about. Savvy?"
Gibbs frowned a moment before leaning forward as though to tell a secret, an exultant expression on his face. "Tha's a good question, mate," he whispered, voice almost in awe.
"Sixty-two*," a diminutive voice announced astutely from the doorway of the mess hall.
Jack tossed his head back, snapping several vertebrae in the process, though there had long been a cessation in any feeling above his neck. "Wha'd ye say, son?"
"I said the answer is sixty-two. We jus' dunno th' question."
Anamaria sneered at Marty before actually considering the statement. She frowned pensively at the midget before adding her own opinion. "If you about it, the answer to all the world's questions is the alphabet."
Marty scowled. "Well, where does that leave sixty-two?"
"You can spell out the number, you popcorn shrimp," she snarled.
The little man looked slightly annoyed at her, but he said nothing more.
"I think your question, Captain Sparrow, before 'what if the Hokey Pokey really is what it's all about?' is 'is the Hokey Pokey really what it's all about?"
Jack seemed to consider this a moment before turning eyes to Gibbs. "She's go' a poin', ye know."
Gibbs looked as though heaven had smiled down on him, like the Wizard of Oz had finally given him a brain: "The Magic Eight Ball!" he declared, voice little more than a whisper. Jack lifted his long dirty finger to point it at the old sailor as a gesture of affirmation, again. "Lemme go get it!"
As Gibbs exited quickly, Jack turned his eyes to Anamaria, grinning amorously. "'Ello, love."
"Do you want to get slapped again?"
"Well, if i's all in the name o' love, I think I c'n take it."
She inched away slightly, just to be cautious, but never left her seat, ignoring the clumsy proposition. Gibbs came bounding back in like a rabid dog, waving the black ball in his hand wildly. "I've got it here, Jack!"
"Well, shake it already!" the captain barked.
Gibbs rattled the Magic Eight Ball and peered at the response. "Well, why can' ye predict now?! 'S not like ye got anything better t' do!"
Anamaria rolled her eyes yet again. "It's not going to answer you that."
Jack waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, well," he sighed dramatically. "We knew it was a long shot . . . drinks all around!"
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*Thanks, Eric, for letting me know.
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