Disclaimer: I do not own POTC. That's owned by Disney, and I doubt that
they're gonna share. Oh well...
Prologue
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Jack took a long draught of rum, then put his tankard down with a thunk.
"That there's some good rum, eh mate?" He asked, topping off his drink, and then Will's.
"As good as any I suppose." Will responded, taking a swig from his now replenished drink.
Jack looked at him, feigning surprise. "'As good as any'?! What d'ye mean by that? Why this 'ere rum's better then any I've ever had." Jack grinned and waited for Will to respond.
But Will didn't say anything. He'd taken one or two more gulps of rum, and then had resorted to absently swirling it around in his tankard
Jack watched him do this for a few moments. Finally he sat back and folded his arms.
"All right mate, enough o' that. Ye're makin' me seasick watchin' ye."
Will stopped and focused on Jack.
Jack continued. "What's been eatin' ye lately? Ye've been moping around like a captain who's had his ship sunk."
Will was rather surprised. It wasn't in Jack's nature to care what other people were feeling. Or at least, not to show it like this. But since he'd brought it up...
"Jack, can I ask you a question?"
Jack cocked his head slightly. "What might ye be wantin' to know?"
Will took a deep breath. It was now or never.
"I was wondering about my father. What was he like? What'd he do? Why," He paused, then plunged ahead. "Why was he was willing to risk being punished in protest of your being marooned?" He looked Jack right in the eye. "How'd you know him Jack?"
Jack was silent for a moment. He drank down the last of his rum and then returned Will's steady gaze.
"I should've figgered ye'd ask me that sooner or later. But I'm warnin' ye, it's a long tale."
Will could see that Jack was taking this seriously. This puzzled him. It was highly unusual for Jack to be serious about anything.
"I'm listening."
"Alright. Here she goes."
With that, Jack launched into a tale of the past. Bootstrap Turner's past...and his own.
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A/N: Well, there you have it mates. I would appreciate any and all reviews. Constructive criticism is most welcome.
Prologue
************************************************
Jack took a long draught of rum, then put his tankard down with a thunk.
"That there's some good rum, eh mate?" He asked, topping off his drink, and then Will's.
"As good as any I suppose." Will responded, taking a swig from his now replenished drink.
Jack looked at him, feigning surprise. "'As good as any'?! What d'ye mean by that? Why this 'ere rum's better then any I've ever had." Jack grinned and waited for Will to respond.
But Will didn't say anything. He'd taken one or two more gulps of rum, and then had resorted to absently swirling it around in his tankard
Jack watched him do this for a few moments. Finally he sat back and folded his arms.
"All right mate, enough o' that. Ye're makin' me seasick watchin' ye."
Will stopped and focused on Jack.
Jack continued. "What's been eatin' ye lately? Ye've been moping around like a captain who's had his ship sunk."
Will was rather surprised. It wasn't in Jack's nature to care what other people were feeling. Or at least, not to show it like this. But since he'd brought it up...
"Jack, can I ask you a question?"
Jack cocked his head slightly. "What might ye be wantin' to know?"
Will took a deep breath. It was now or never.
"I was wondering about my father. What was he like? What'd he do? Why," He paused, then plunged ahead. "Why was he was willing to risk being punished in protest of your being marooned?" He looked Jack right in the eye. "How'd you know him Jack?"
Jack was silent for a moment. He drank down the last of his rum and then returned Will's steady gaze.
"I should've figgered ye'd ask me that sooner or later. But I'm warnin' ye, it's a long tale."
Will could see that Jack was taking this seriously. This puzzled him. It was highly unusual for Jack to be serious about anything.
"I'm listening."
"Alright. Here she goes."
With that, Jack launched into a tale of the past. Bootstrap Turner's past...and his own.
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A/N: Well, there you have it mates. I would appreciate any and all reviews. Constructive criticism is most welcome.