Just an idea that popped into my mind a long time ago that I finally got around to writing.
Disclaimer: I don't own Johnny Depp but he can own me.
I never liked rum. I never liked rum nor any alcohol. Even the rare glass of wine after dinner didn't sit well with me. As I explained often enough, it dulled my senses and my mind. And my opinion, even if my mind was the sharpest in the Caribbean, there was no use taking chances.
Not that it did you any good against the mutiny. A voice in the back of my mind told me.
My father's friends would laugh when I told them this, in a more properly modest way, of course. After chuckling, they would inform me that it was an acquired taste and I would grow into it.
The other pirates thought this amusing. They constantly teased me about my abstinence, saying I was one step from becoming a priest.
Bootstrap hadn't, though. The older pirate had only looked at me and said, "Wait until you've been around some. Then the rum will be a bit more welcome."
I laughed. "If the bottle ever becomes a friend to me, I'll be one step away from death. I won't ever be caught as a dirty, old drunk."
Bill only smiled and shook his head.
I understand him now.
The pirates would laugh to see me now. With two bottles of half drunk rum in my hands, I'm drunk. I can't imagine why I would want clear thoughts now. With rum, I don't see the mutiny every time I close my eyes. With rum, I don't hear Barbossa laughing and saying "Jack, Jack, this here's a mutiny. I'm captain now."
Life is reduced to swaggering about the beach, experiencing the wonderful feeling of drunkenness. So, I swagger around, wondering why I was ever so strait laced. Why I bothered fighting the Sea when all I had to do was love it and the Sea would love me back. Why I spent all those years dreaming after my first love, waiting until I could make the Black Pearl into a merchant ship and return to her, when I had the Pearl and the Sea.
Rum makes life ever so much better. I can forget those first two days lying on the beach, slowly dying of thirst. Forgot those moments when I realized that the Pearl wasn't mine any more.
Rum is an acquired taste and one I embrace.
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
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