Summary – Jack tries to fill in Bootstraps shoes – by teaching Will Jr. how to drink correctly. This is a sequel of sorts to Drink, Cuss and Fight like a Pirate.

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Drinking Tales

"Jack, I don't think this is a good idea…" Will said as Jack led him into the Captains cabin. Jack gave Will a look that said 'You'll do as I say' and went about rummaging for a hidden bottle of rum he knew he had kept in here. Jack finally found it and had Will sit at the huge round table that had continued its stay even after Jack had gotten he Pearl back.

"Will, I promised ye father that when ye reached a good solid age, that I'd teach ya how ta drink," Jack explained.

"What? My Dad didn't really trust you in that way did he?" Will asked.

"Will, my boy, you wound me!" Jack sighed as he also sat. He brought out two small drinking glasses and poured the rum into each.

"Besides, your Elizabeth held her rum," Jack said.

"Elizabeth told me she faked it the whole time," Will replied with a raised eyebrow.

"Did she? I wondered why a women of stature didn't fall over…" Jack muttered.

"Drink up! Go on, Billy could always beat me at drinkin'," Jack laughed and threw back his own drink. Will followed, but at a more sedated pace, and almost coughed it back up. Jack laughed at this and poured some more rum.

"Ye get used ta it!" Jack laughed.

"I don't know if I want too," Will replied.

"Come now, would I teach ye if I didn't think ye could?" Jack asked.

"No, you'd expect me," Will replied. The two downed their drinks.

"See, was that so bad?" Jack asked.

"Elizabeth will have my head," Will muttered. Jack smirked.

"What would ta word be like if ta women never yelled at us, daft men?"

"Probably less noisy," Will replied. This sent Jack into another burst of laughter.

"Ah, ye've the humor of ye father, yup, Bill always had a witty remark,"

"How else am I like my father?" Will asked.

"Well, ye look like 'im; that's why I go me onesies all confused that first time we 'ad faught. Though, Billy never thought me ta fight fare. But I guess that's ta way ye grew up…"

"And, ye father would 'ad taken ye to join us on ta Pearl; he wanted ye to be a sailing man! Like me!" Jack puffed his chest out, and Will laughed at this.

"I'm not sure if I wanted to be like you…maybe Blackbeard…"

"Oi! Ye not be lookin' up at me! Ye wound me badly by that dear William…" Jack shook his head and then poured more rum for them both.

"Blackbeard may be a good pirate, but he ain't as good as me!" Jack said.

"Why would that be?" Will asked.

"Because – I am Captain Jack Sparrow…"

Will rolled his eyes; "There be no other pirate like me in a thousand years!"

"Your right, Jack, there ever won't be another daft pirate like you," Will said. Jack shook his head, and then glared at Will. The other just smiled and knocked back the rum.

"Anyroad…ye ever heard of ta time I really did run into ol' Blackbeard?" Jack asked.

"No, but I have a feeling that your going to tell me," Will replied. Jack poured more rum, and began his tale. It took most of the night to tell it, but neither cared much.

END

A/N – I know that there may be no plot to this one either. But I didn't really have one in mind. It just wrote itself. I hope you liked it. As for Jack, I am still not sure about his character. So till I get a good idea, I shall be writing small one shots till I do. Please tell me if I have him OOC in this. I'd like to know so that I can fix it. I also tried to keep the slang consistent, but sometimes I had to write it proper.

Ta,

Poppy