Hey everyone!! I started writing this because I was bored. I've read
stories of US being in the movie, but never of the characters themselves
and what they were thinking. I was wondering just what it was that Jack
Sparrow was thinking during some of the events... is he really as aloof
and/or drunk as he appears? I kinda think maybe. . . but in a witty kinda
way (does that even make sense. . . ?!) Eh well, tell me what you think.
Let me know if it's quite obvious that I was bored. . . or if you like it!
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'Ello, Jack Sparrow here. *Captain* Jack Sparrow, if you may, even though I don't actually have possession of a ship yet. 'Tis all in good time, I assure you of that.
That's actually just what I was explaining to this pompous, overconfident ingrate standing before me.
"Well I don't see your ship. . . Captain," Mr. pompous smirked.
"I'm in the market, as it were," I tried to explain without giving too much of meself up. He may *look* like a simpleton, but sometimes they'll surprise you.
"He said he'd come to commandeer one." Like I said. . . they may look like simpletons, but the truth is, there is a *bit* of air getting to their brains.
"Told ya he was telling the truth. These are his, sir," The other uniformed lad handed Mr. pompous my effects.
"No additional shots nor powder," Mr. Pom-pom inspected my accouterments with his repulsively sterile fingers, "a compass that doesn't point north," Oh, if he only knew. . . "and I half expected it to be made of wood," he slid my sword back into it's sheath. "You are, without doubt, the worst pirate I've ever heard of."
"Ah, but you have heard of me," I smiled triumphantly. But for some reason, Mr. P didn't find my humor amusing seeing as how he ordered his men to clasp me in some irons. Puh- how do you like that? As if it's not bad enough that he has to walk around with that idiotic wig on, painfully sterile hands, and fancy clown outfit, he has no sense of humor. I should have known.
"Commodore, I really must protest," Ah, that's a good lass- I knew she'd come in handy for more than just looks, "Pirate or not this man saved my life." FINALLY!! I get some sort of acknowledgment for my 'well-doing'.
"One good deed is not enough to redeem a man of a lifetime of wickedness." Which of course he just had to rub out. . .
"Though it seems enough to condemn him."
"Indeed." Ok! I think the little simmer of hope for me possibly being recognized as 'helpful' is *completely* out now. . . you can stop stomping all over it. . .
But I wasn't just going to let them take me in *that* easily! After all, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, Savvy? So when they clasped the last cuff in place. . .
"Finally," I wrapped my irons around the pretty little girl's neck. . . What was her name again?. . . Ellen. . .? Ellie. . .?
"I knew you'd warm up to me,"
Emma. . .? Ellanor. . .?
"Commodore Norrington, my effects, please, and my hat,"
Ester. . .? Ellisa. . .?
"Commodore!"
Hmm...Eliza-Aha!
"Elizabeth! It is Elizabeth isn't it?"
"Miss Swann," Oh, gee thanks- after all that thinking I can't even call you by it...
"Miss Swann, if you'd be so kind. Come, come, dear, we don't have all day. Now if you'd be very kind," I glanced up at Mr. Pomp who I could tell was thoroughly enjoying the sight of his little princess in my arms. I smiled coyly, "Easy on the goods, darling."
"You're despicable."
"Sticks and stones, love. I saved your life, you saved mine, we're square. Gentlemen, m'lady, you will always remember this as the day that you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow!" I ever so gently shoved Elizabeth with all my might into her Prince-in-waiting. Grasping hold of a rope behind me, I kicked out the gears that were holding it taught. . . and up I flew.
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Ok, I know it's not long, but let me know what you think. Flames, compliments, or advice!! But PLEASE put something into my reviews ;)
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'Ello, Jack Sparrow here. *Captain* Jack Sparrow, if you may, even though I don't actually have possession of a ship yet. 'Tis all in good time, I assure you of that.
That's actually just what I was explaining to this pompous, overconfident ingrate standing before me.
"Well I don't see your ship. . . Captain," Mr. pompous smirked.
"I'm in the market, as it were," I tried to explain without giving too much of meself up. He may *look* like a simpleton, but sometimes they'll surprise you.
"He said he'd come to commandeer one." Like I said. . . they may look like simpletons, but the truth is, there is a *bit* of air getting to their brains.
"Told ya he was telling the truth. These are his, sir," The other uniformed lad handed Mr. pompous my effects.
"No additional shots nor powder," Mr. Pom-pom inspected my accouterments with his repulsively sterile fingers, "a compass that doesn't point north," Oh, if he only knew. . . "and I half expected it to be made of wood," he slid my sword back into it's sheath. "You are, without doubt, the worst pirate I've ever heard of."
"Ah, but you have heard of me," I smiled triumphantly. But for some reason, Mr. P didn't find my humor amusing seeing as how he ordered his men to clasp me in some irons. Puh- how do you like that? As if it's not bad enough that he has to walk around with that idiotic wig on, painfully sterile hands, and fancy clown outfit, he has no sense of humor. I should have known.
"Commodore, I really must protest," Ah, that's a good lass- I knew she'd come in handy for more than just looks, "Pirate or not this man saved my life." FINALLY!! I get some sort of acknowledgment for my 'well-doing'.
"One good deed is not enough to redeem a man of a lifetime of wickedness." Which of course he just had to rub out. . .
"Though it seems enough to condemn him."
"Indeed." Ok! I think the little simmer of hope for me possibly being recognized as 'helpful' is *completely* out now. . . you can stop stomping all over it. . .
But I wasn't just going to let them take me in *that* easily! After all, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, Savvy? So when they clasped the last cuff in place. . .
"Finally," I wrapped my irons around the pretty little girl's neck. . . What was her name again?. . . Ellen. . .? Ellie. . .?
"I knew you'd warm up to me,"
Emma. . .? Ellanor. . .?
"Commodore Norrington, my effects, please, and my hat,"
Ester. . .? Ellisa. . .?
"Commodore!"
Hmm...Eliza-Aha!
"Elizabeth! It is Elizabeth isn't it?"
"Miss Swann," Oh, gee thanks- after all that thinking I can't even call you by it...
"Miss Swann, if you'd be so kind. Come, come, dear, we don't have all day. Now if you'd be very kind," I glanced up at Mr. Pomp who I could tell was thoroughly enjoying the sight of his little princess in my arms. I smiled coyly, "Easy on the goods, darling."
"You're despicable."
"Sticks and stones, love. I saved your life, you saved mine, we're square. Gentlemen, m'lady, you will always remember this as the day that you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow!" I ever so gently shoved Elizabeth with all my might into her Prince-in-waiting. Grasping hold of a rope behind me, I kicked out the gears that were holding it taught. . . and up I flew.
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Ok, I know it's not long, but let me know what you think. Flames, compliments, or advice!! But PLEASE put something into my reviews ;)