Iron man in the world without technologies
Carribeans. The 18th century.
After time travelling I don't feel so good. I've got a headache. I dare to gently open my eyes. The first look opened for me was a cold ocean. I gazed the island. There were some palm trees and a stranger sitting on the sand and drinking rum. He turns around and starts the conversation.
-- Finally, you're awaken. I see you drank so much that you're stuck in this peace of iron.
In his voice I heared that he was drunk and looked like an actual pirat.
-- Where am I?
-- Carribeans, genious!
-- The eighteen century.
-- Does it count?
-- No, really.
I got back on my feet and instantly check on repulsors. Jeez, they don't work. Shit, on feet the same. Nothing works. I should pull the bullets out. Just in case. While pulling out pirat was looking at it with curiosity and drinking some rum.
-- What's your name, by the way?
I'm stuck here for a while. That's not a bad idea to make some ecquaintances.
-- Tony Stark.
-- What a name! Where are you from?
-- From America.
-- Is it somewhere in India?
-- Yeah, nearby...
This pirat won't actually get all fun of what he just said, but this thought just made me smile.
-- Capitain Jack Sparrow.
We shock each other's hands.
-- Sparrow? What a name! I pity for you.
-- Yeah? How do they call you? Iron man?
-- Exactly, yes.
-- I pity for you too.
He said it with a peace of ironic.
-- Okay, you're a capitain, right? Every has a ship.
-- I have the fastest one. The Black Pearl.
I gazed the island.
-- But there's nothing in here.
-- No, but here there is.
He pulled a bottle with a ship out of his pocket. That made me laugh.
-- Is it funny for you? Lemme show you.
He crushed a bottle and threw away on the ocean.
-- Nice, cap, you dropped the single one we had. What's next, Sparrow?
-- Wait.
I decide to wait. In a minute the ship grows up into its real size. I'm in total shock. The pirat drew closer to me and reach out a hand with a rum.
-- Wanna some?
-- I won't say no to rum after what happend.