Bloody Pirates
Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Pirates of the Caribbean, nor will I ever do so. I would like to own Jack, though. .
Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this fic are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Tee hee, like you need that! . This is a fic involving my name, because it would be my pirate name if I was one! Don't I wish! .
Author's Note #2: I'm going to need crew members! If you are interested, post me your name, gender, age, special talents, why you want to be on the crew, etc. on Random Musings (Here's the address: ) in the general forum, under the topic called "Angelina's Crew"! (If you're confused, just go to , click on General, and find the topic called "Angelina's Crew". Clarified, now? If not, I don't know what to say. I'm getting a new email address and had to use my friend's to sign up for and , so I can't get emails until then. I'll let you know when it's up and running, though. Just check my bio page.) Thanks so much, I promise you'll have a good voyage! . P.S. I didn't come up with the idea for people signing up for my crew, I got it from Hobbit-eyes' fics ("The Search for the Big Pink Pretty albeit Cursed Diamond" and "Not all Treasure is Silver and Gold") and she deserves the credit for this brilliant and hilarious idea!
Author's Note #3: There is a lot of lines or event from the original movie that are used in different ways, especially in this chapter. But in other chapters there will be a lot more originality because of so many new characters.
BLOODY PIRATES
CHAPTER 1: A PIRATE'S LIFE FOR ME
The knife glinted in the sun as Angelina brought it to her shining bronze hair. She took a deep breath, this was what she wanted, but why did she feel so sad all of a sudden? Almost as soon as the feeling had begun, it ended and she began sawing at the bundle of hair in her hand. The long hair came off in clumps and soon the floor was littered with what looked like bunches of thin wheat stalks. She gathered them together and tied a ribbon around the bundle.
Laying the hair on the table, she picked up her plainest skirt and put it on. She turned to the mirror and looked at herself. Her hair barely made it past her chin. She shook her head, tossing the bit of hair left back and forth. She'd have to get used to the feeling, the feeling of being free.
Cautiously, she walked into the parlor where her mother, father and sister sat. Her mother gasped and her hand flew to her mouth, her sister laughed, and her father muttered, "What in blazes...?" Angelina tried to smile a bit, but all she could muster was a half grin.
"What have you done?" Her mother cried and she ran to Angelina and gingerly touched her cropped hair.
"I've cut my hair to become a pirate," Angelina announced as if it were as natural as the sun setting.
"A pirate, for heaven's sake?"
"Yes. I want to sail with the wind at my back and the salty sea spray on my face."
"Where have you gotten those ideas?" He father asked, simply not believing that his lovely oldest daughter, the pride of his life, had done something so foolish.
"Books."
"Dear, that's why you are not supposed to read. It puts ideas in one's head that can be downright idiotic."
"I'm becoming a pirate whether anyone wants me to or not." With that, Angelina picked up her bag that she had packed and slung it over her shoulder.
She gave a quick hug to each of her family, and then left for the front door.
"Aren't you going to try to stop her?" Her mother whispered to her father.
"She won't even make it to the wharf. She'll be back in about as much time as it would take for me to convince her to come back."
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Jack Sparrow was fixing the rigging on his ship, the Black Pearl. He was humming as he worked "Hm hm hmhmhmhmhmhmhm hm hm hm...And really bad EGGS!!!!!! Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me!"
Angelina cringed at his singing as she hid behind a barrel on Jack's ship. If his singing was any indication, this would be an easy take-over.
Jack was just coming to the fun part of the chorus, when he turned around and a girl with cropped brown hair assaulted him with a man's shaving knife.
"Arg! Avast!" she called and made fast work of climbing the rigging and eventually succeeding in pinning Jack on the floor of the deck. She held the knife to his throat and said, "I'm taking over this ship."
"Uh, I beg to differ." Jack said and pulled his sword off the pile of ropes he had laid it on. The girl backed off and stepped away. Jack laughed and said, "You're pretty feisty, what's your name?" She just stared back at him. "Alright, I'll call you...Anne, after the great woman pirate, and of course, my lovely Annamaria."
"You're close, but wrong. I'm Angelina, Angelina Sparrow."
Jack couldn't believe his ears. "Sparrow? Really?" He thought for a minute and then asked quickly, "Who is your father?"
"Why?"
"No reason."
"Well, then, no answer."
"You know who he was, though?"
"Depends."
Jack sighed, half hiding a smile because he enjoyed bickering. "You're going to be very difficult, aren't you?"
She just smiled.
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"We put in to port in about a day. Until then, you sleep here." Jack had finished showing his new – and only – crewmember around the ship.
He opened a small door and led her in.
"Just wonderful," She said sarcastically. "So roomy."
"Beggars can't be choosers. Plus, I can't bring this ship into Tortuga all by me onesies, savvy? So..." He offered her his hand. "Can you sail under the command of a pirate or can you not?"
"Tortuga? Savvy." She declared. They shook on it.
Jack smiled as he left the room. "I like you. I'll keep you."
Angelina smiled at the closed door. She had done it. She was on her way to becoming a pirate.
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The next day was 'initiation' for Angelina. She had to climb to the top of the mainmast and back. And this, of course, she did. Not without some struggles, like getting tangled in the rope. When she was about three feet from the deck, she jumped down, loosing her balance.
"Ye need to get your sea-legs, Anne."
"I'm Angelina!"
"Well, isn't Anne short for Angelina?"
"I guess."
"Then Anne it shall be. She was a pirate once. Very famous."
"Well, am I in or did I fail?"
"Oh, you passed with flying colors!"
"Good. Now, I propose a toast." She pulled out a bottle of rum that she had found stashed under the bed in her room.
Jack eyed it and made a mental note to hide his rum better next time or it would be gone.
"To the life of a pirate, the life of freedom!" She threw her head back and drank half of the bottle in one gulp.
She passed it to Jack who raised his eyebrow, then grinned. "To freedom!" He yelled, throwing an arm around her shoulders and drinking the rest of the rum.
When he was through he said, "Now we can't have a pirate running around with a shaving knife as her only defense. Let's find you a sword."
"Where?"
"Oh, I know a quaint little blacksmith shop along the way."
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The ship docked and Jack and Angelina jumped onto the wharf.
"It's so...proper" Angelina said with disgust.
Jack, who had had a bottle of rum before they put into port, was finding everything extremely entertaining and laughed at the look of loathing on Angelina's face. He turned around toward her and spread his arms out. "Welcome to Port Royal, love."
The harbormaster stopped them and looked at them with aversion. "It's...ah, one shilling each to tie up your ship at the docks. And I'll need your names."
Jack was about to make a move, but Angelina beat him to it. "What say you to three shillings each...and we forget about the names?" She spilled six shillings onto the record book.
"Welcome to Port Royal, Mr. and Mrs. Smith."
"Oh, we're not married."
"Miss Smith, then."
"Thank you." Angelina said, walking away.
Jack just stood there with his mouth open. Then he snapped back to life and ran after her. "Like I said before, I'm keeping you." Then he thought about the amount she had paid. "But, you gave him six shillings? What a waste! Think about all the rum we could buy!" Angelina didn't act like she was listening.
She strode to a post and plucked a small bag from atop it. She tossed it to Jack with a smug smile. "Think of all the rum we could buy."
Jack looked in the bag and saw a large amount of coins, mostly shillings. He looked up with a smile, not hiding his awe that there could be a girl so much like him. "I'm thinking, I'm thinking." He said.
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As they strolled up the street, both of them a bit more drunk than when they put into to Port Royal, a girl stomped up to Jack. "Jack," she said with a small smile.
"Ah, Elizabeth! How long has it been? A year? Two? Too long!"
She smacked him and stormed off.
Jack turned to Angelina. "Not sure I deserved that."
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The blacksmith shop was hot and it smelled like singed hair. Jack chuckled when he smelled it and patted the donkey on the head. "No hard feelings, me boy?"
A young man came around the corner holding a red hot sword. "Jack," he said, able to convey a large amount of dismay at seeing him again in just one word.
"Will, my boy! How are you?" Jack didn't notice.
"Why are you here?"
"I need a sword." Angelina said, stepping from behind Jack.
"Who are you?"
"Angelina Sparrow, at your service." She took her hat off and bowed.
"Jack, you...uh...you're m-"
It was Angelina's turn to smack someone. She chose Will. "Miss Sparrow, to you." Angelina said.
Will made a mental note not to do anything to make Angelina smack him. She had nails, and she used them.
"Did he really deserve that?"
"Yes. Kind of like you didn't deserve that other smack?"
"Do tell." Said Will, looking interested in who had lately injured Jack.
"I met up with your lovely Elizabeth."
"Oh, Jack, were you harassing her?"
"Harassing?" Jack looked shocked. "Harassing! Humph! All I said was hello and she smacked me! Now who's harassing who?" Jack gave a smug nod.
Will shook his head. He turned to Angelina, who to him, looked like a female version of Jack. He shuddered. One Jack was all this world could handle. "You needed a sword?"
"Yes."
"What kind?" He sighed; this was not going to be easy.
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After an hour of swooshing swords, Angelina picked up on of the last few lying in a pile on the ground. She gave a mighty swoosh and accidentally smacked Will in the head with the flat end of the blade.
"I like this one!" She announced.
Jack looked proud. "The sword chooses the pirate, I always say."
Will held his aching head and steadied himself.
"Let's go." Jack turned to leave.
"Wait," said Will. "You didn't pay!"
"Will, I would've thought you'd learned by now." Jack said. He took Angelina's sword from her and took a minute, gauging its weight, balance, tang, etcetera. Then, he smacked Will again, this time knocking him out. He looked at the sword. "I like this one, too." He and Angelina left the way they had come in.
"That went well." Jack said.
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Jack was telling Angelina about his last adventure over a mug of ale. "You know, Captain Barbossa didn't die though."
"What?"
"Yeah, see, I'd had a bit of rum before the fight and from three bloody feet away, I missed his heart!" Jack smacked the table with his hand. "Been kicking myself ever since." He gave a large sigh and Angelina patted him on the shoulder conciliatorily.
"Wait a minute," said Angelina, "I think I remember seeing him hung."
Jack perked up. "Really?"
"Yeah, last year."
"Ah, that does my heart good, love. This calls for another round of drinks!" He waved the bartender over and ordered more drinks.
Angelina just walked to the counter and came back with a huge mug.
"What's that?" Jack asked with interest.
"This, my friend, is a quart."
"It comes in quarts?"
Angelina made an affirmative noise into her tankard.
"I'm getting one!" Jack got out of his chair with much difficulty and nearly sprinted to the bar.
After she had downed the quart, Angelina looked around at the pub. There was a wanted poster hanging on the far wall. She got up to look.
It was Barbossa. He was back. "But they hung him." Angelina's head started to spin from the amount of alcohol and from thinking to hard. She went back to the table to break the news to Jack.
"Jack,"
He just nodded, absorbed in the three tankards he had ordered.
"Barbossa's back from the dead."
Jack spluttered and spat ale across the table. "What?!"
"See, that wanted poster? That's him."
Jack squinted in the general direction she was pointing, but couldn't quit swaying long enough to read to poster. "I'll just take your word for it."
"So, what do we do? He's going to be after you."
Jack giggled. "You rhymed!"
Angelina smacked him. Hard. "Snap out of it! We need to kill him and get rid of him for good!"
"You'reverypretty..." Jack slurred.
Angelina dragged him out of the pub, him protesting all the way.
"We're going to have to go after him. We'll need a crew."
She turned to see if Jack was listening. He wasn't. He was trying to chat up an old lady. Her husband was looking like he was going to murder Jack. Angelina went over and took his arm and apologized to the revolted couple. She steered Jack away. "I guess we'll have to worry about the crew tomorrow, when you will be able to think straight again."
She decided to try to get him in a better mood because he had resorted to pouting. And a mad drunk was harder to deal with than a happy drunk. She guessed. "Ya know, there's a song that I learned when I was a child. I sang it when I was really angry and it helped."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. It goes like this: Oh--------------- a pirate's life is the life for me. De da la da da da da da da da. Cause I never, never, never, never care about the weather, cause the weather never ever does a thing for me!" Jack smiled. "And then you sing it faster and faster and faster. It's fun!"
Jack laughed and tried to sing it, but ended up slurring it together so bad that Angelina couldn't understand it. And she even knew the words. "I love this song!" Jack yelled. People were beginning to stare. "I'm going to teach it to my crew and we're gonna sing it all the time!" He started singing again and Angelina wondered if she hadn't made a mistake teaching it to him. She took him back to the ship and locked him in his room, where he could still be heard, singing away.
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Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Pirates of the Caribbean, nor will I ever do so. I would like to own Jack, though. .
Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this fic are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Tee hee, like you need that! . This is a fic involving my name, because it would be my pirate name if I was one! Don't I wish! .
Author's Note #2: I'm going to need crew members! If you are interested, post me your name, gender, age, special talents, why you want to be on the crew, etc. on Random Musings (Here's the address: ) in the general forum, under the topic called "Angelina's Crew"! (If you're confused, just go to , click on General, and find the topic called "Angelina's Crew". Clarified, now? If not, I don't know what to say. I'm getting a new email address and had to use my friend's to sign up for and , so I can't get emails until then. I'll let you know when it's up and running, though. Just check my bio page.) Thanks so much, I promise you'll have a good voyage! . P.S. I didn't come up with the idea for people signing up for my crew, I got it from Hobbit-eyes' fics ("The Search for the Big Pink Pretty albeit Cursed Diamond" and "Not all Treasure is Silver and Gold") and she deserves the credit for this brilliant and hilarious idea!
Author's Note #3: There is a lot of lines or event from the original movie that are used in different ways, especially in this chapter. But in other chapters there will be a lot more originality because of so many new characters.
BLOODY PIRATES
CHAPTER 1: A PIRATE'S LIFE FOR ME
The knife glinted in the sun as Angelina brought it to her shining bronze hair. She took a deep breath, this was what she wanted, but why did she feel so sad all of a sudden? Almost as soon as the feeling had begun, it ended and she began sawing at the bundle of hair in her hand. The long hair came off in clumps and soon the floor was littered with what looked like bunches of thin wheat stalks. She gathered them together and tied a ribbon around the bundle.
Laying the hair on the table, she picked up her plainest skirt and put it on. She turned to the mirror and looked at herself. Her hair barely made it past her chin. She shook her head, tossing the bit of hair left back and forth. She'd have to get used to the feeling, the feeling of being free.
Cautiously, she walked into the parlor where her mother, father and sister sat. Her mother gasped and her hand flew to her mouth, her sister laughed, and her father muttered, "What in blazes...?" Angelina tried to smile a bit, but all she could muster was a half grin.
"What have you done?" Her mother cried and she ran to Angelina and gingerly touched her cropped hair.
"I've cut my hair to become a pirate," Angelina announced as if it were as natural as the sun setting.
"A pirate, for heaven's sake?"
"Yes. I want to sail with the wind at my back and the salty sea spray on my face."
"Where have you gotten those ideas?" He father asked, simply not believing that his lovely oldest daughter, the pride of his life, had done something so foolish.
"Books."
"Dear, that's why you are not supposed to read. It puts ideas in one's head that can be downright idiotic."
"I'm becoming a pirate whether anyone wants me to or not." With that, Angelina picked up her bag that she had packed and slung it over her shoulder.
She gave a quick hug to each of her family, and then left for the front door.
"Aren't you going to try to stop her?" Her mother whispered to her father.
"She won't even make it to the wharf. She'll be back in about as much time as it would take for me to convince her to come back."
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Jack Sparrow was fixing the rigging on his ship, the Black Pearl. He was humming as he worked "Hm hm hmhmhmhmhmhmhm hm hm hm...And really bad EGGS!!!!!! Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me!"
Angelina cringed at his singing as she hid behind a barrel on Jack's ship. If his singing was any indication, this would be an easy take-over.
Jack was just coming to the fun part of the chorus, when he turned around and a girl with cropped brown hair assaulted him with a man's shaving knife.
"Arg! Avast!" she called and made fast work of climbing the rigging and eventually succeeding in pinning Jack on the floor of the deck. She held the knife to his throat and said, "I'm taking over this ship."
"Uh, I beg to differ." Jack said and pulled his sword off the pile of ropes he had laid it on. The girl backed off and stepped away. Jack laughed and said, "You're pretty feisty, what's your name?" She just stared back at him. "Alright, I'll call you...Anne, after the great woman pirate, and of course, my lovely Annamaria."
"You're close, but wrong. I'm Angelina, Angelina Sparrow."
Jack couldn't believe his ears. "Sparrow? Really?" He thought for a minute and then asked quickly, "Who is your father?"
"Why?"
"No reason."
"Well, then, no answer."
"You know who he was, though?"
"Depends."
Jack sighed, half hiding a smile because he enjoyed bickering. "You're going to be very difficult, aren't you?"
She just smiled.
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"We put in to port in about a day. Until then, you sleep here." Jack had finished showing his new – and only – crewmember around the ship.
He opened a small door and led her in.
"Just wonderful," She said sarcastically. "So roomy."
"Beggars can't be choosers. Plus, I can't bring this ship into Tortuga all by me onesies, savvy? So..." He offered her his hand. "Can you sail under the command of a pirate or can you not?"
"Tortuga? Savvy." She declared. They shook on it.
Jack smiled as he left the room. "I like you. I'll keep you."
Angelina smiled at the closed door. She had done it. She was on her way to becoming a pirate.
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The next day was 'initiation' for Angelina. She had to climb to the top of the mainmast and back. And this, of course, she did. Not without some struggles, like getting tangled in the rope. When she was about three feet from the deck, she jumped down, loosing her balance.
"Ye need to get your sea-legs, Anne."
"I'm Angelina!"
"Well, isn't Anne short for Angelina?"
"I guess."
"Then Anne it shall be. She was a pirate once. Very famous."
"Well, am I in or did I fail?"
"Oh, you passed with flying colors!"
"Good. Now, I propose a toast." She pulled out a bottle of rum that she had found stashed under the bed in her room.
Jack eyed it and made a mental note to hide his rum better next time or it would be gone.
"To the life of a pirate, the life of freedom!" She threw her head back and drank half of the bottle in one gulp.
She passed it to Jack who raised his eyebrow, then grinned. "To freedom!" He yelled, throwing an arm around her shoulders and drinking the rest of the rum.
When he was through he said, "Now we can't have a pirate running around with a shaving knife as her only defense. Let's find you a sword."
"Where?"
"Oh, I know a quaint little blacksmith shop along the way."
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The ship docked and Jack and Angelina jumped onto the wharf.
"It's so...proper" Angelina said with disgust.
Jack, who had had a bottle of rum before they put into port, was finding everything extremely entertaining and laughed at the look of loathing on Angelina's face. He turned around toward her and spread his arms out. "Welcome to Port Royal, love."
The harbormaster stopped them and looked at them with aversion. "It's...ah, one shilling each to tie up your ship at the docks. And I'll need your names."
Jack was about to make a move, but Angelina beat him to it. "What say you to three shillings each...and we forget about the names?" She spilled six shillings onto the record book.
"Welcome to Port Royal, Mr. and Mrs. Smith."
"Oh, we're not married."
"Miss Smith, then."
"Thank you." Angelina said, walking away.
Jack just stood there with his mouth open. Then he snapped back to life and ran after her. "Like I said before, I'm keeping you." Then he thought about the amount she had paid. "But, you gave him six shillings? What a waste! Think about all the rum we could buy!" Angelina didn't act like she was listening.
She strode to a post and plucked a small bag from atop it. She tossed it to Jack with a smug smile. "Think of all the rum we could buy."
Jack looked in the bag and saw a large amount of coins, mostly shillings. He looked up with a smile, not hiding his awe that there could be a girl so much like him. "I'm thinking, I'm thinking." He said.
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As they strolled up the street, both of them a bit more drunk than when they put into to Port Royal, a girl stomped up to Jack. "Jack," she said with a small smile.
"Ah, Elizabeth! How long has it been? A year? Two? Too long!"
She smacked him and stormed off.
Jack turned to Angelina. "Not sure I deserved that."
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The blacksmith shop was hot and it smelled like singed hair. Jack chuckled when he smelled it and patted the donkey on the head. "No hard feelings, me boy?"
A young man came around the corner holding a red hot sword. "Jack," he said, able to convey a large amount of dismay at seeing him again in just one word.
"Will, my boy! How are you?" Jack didn't notice.
"Why are you here?"
"I need a sword." Angelina said, stepping from behind Jack.
"Who are you?"
"Angelina Sparrow, at your service." She took her hat off and bowed.
"Jack, you...uh...you're m-"
It was Angelina's turn to smack someone. She chose Will. "Miss Sparrow, to you." Angelina said.
Will made a mental note not to do anything to make Angelina smack him. She had nails, and she used them.
"Did he really deserve that?"
"Yes. Kind of like you didn't deserve that other smack?"
"Do tell." Said Will, looking interested in who had lately injured Jack.
"I met up with your lovely Elizabeth."
"Oh, Jack, were you harassing her?"
"Harassing?" Jack looked shocked. "Harassing! Humph! All I said was hello and she smacked me! Now who's harassing who?" Jack gave a smug nod.
Will shook his head. He turned to Angelina, who to him, looked like a female version of Jack. He shuddered. One Jack was all this world could handle. "You needed a sword?"
"Yes."
"What kind?" He sighed; this was not going to be easy.
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After an hour of swooshing swords, Angelina picked up on of the last few lying in a pile on the ground. She gave a mighty swoosh and accidentally smacked Will in the head with the flat end of the blade.
"I like this one!" She announced.
Jack looked proud. "The sword chooses the pirate, I always say."
Will held his aching head and steadied himself.
"Let's go." Jack turned to leave.
"Wait," said Will. "You didn't pay!"
"Will, I would've thought you'd learned by now." Jack said. He took Angelina's sword from her and took a minute, gauging its weight, balance, tang, etcetera. Then, he smacked Will again, this time knocking him out. He looked at the sword. "I like this one, too." He and Angelina left the way they had come in.
"That went well." Jack said.
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Jack was telling Angelina about his last adventure over a mug of ale. "You know, Captain Barbossa didn't die though."
"What?"
"Yeah, see, I'd had a bit of rum before the fight and from three bloody feet away, I missed his heart!" Jack smacked the table with his hand. "Been kicking myself ever since." He gave a large sigh and Angelina patted him on the shoulder conciliatorily.
"Wait a minute," said Angelina, "I think I remember seeing him hung."
Jack perked up. "Really?"
"Yeah, last year."
"Ah, that does my heart good, love. This calls for another round of drinks!" He waved the bartender over and ordered more drinks.
Angelina just walked to the counter and came back with a huge mug.
"What's that?" Jack asked with interest.
"This, my friend, is a quart."
"It comes in quarts?"
Angelina made an affirmative noise into her tankard.
"I'm getting one!" Jack got out of his chair with much difficulty and nearly sprinted to the bar.
After she had downed the quart, Angelina looked around at the pub. There was a wanted poster hanging on the far wall. She got up to look.
It was Barbossa. He was back. "But they hung him." Angelina's head started to spin from the amount of alcohol and from thinking to hard. She went back to the table to break the news to Jack.
"Jack,"
He just nodded, absorbed in the three tankards he had ordered.
"Barbossa's back from the dead."
Jack spluttered and spat ale across the table. "What?!"
"See, that wanted poster? That's him."
Jack squinted in the general direction she was pointing, but couldn't quit swaying long enough to read to poster. "I'll just take your word for it."
"So, what do we do? He's going to be after you."
Jack giggled. "You rhymed!"
Angelina smacked him. Hard. "Snap out of it! We need to kill him and get rid of him for good!"
"You'reverypretty..." Jack slurred.
Angelina dragged him out of the pub, him protesting all the way.
"We're going to have to go after him. We'll need a crew."
She turned to see if Jack was listening. He wasn't. He was trying to chat up an old lady. Her husband was looking like he was going to murder Jack. Angelina went over and took his arm and apologized to the revolted couple. She steered Jack away. "I guess we'll have to worry about the crew tomorrow, when you will be able to think straight again."
She decided to try to get him in a better mood because he had resorted to pouting. And a mad drunk was harder to deal with than a happy drunk. She guessed. "Ya know, there's a song that I learned when I was a child. I sang it when I was really angry and it helped."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. It goes like this: Oh--------------- a pirate's life is the life for me. De da la da da da da da da da. Cause I never, never, never, never care about the weather, cause the weather never ever does a thing for me!" Jack smiled. "And then you sing it faster and faster and faster. It's fun!"
Jack laughed and tried to sing it, but ended up slurring it together so bad that Angelina couldn't understand it. And she even knew the words. "I love this song!" Jack yelled. People were beginning to stare. "I'm going to teach it to my crew and we're gonna sing it all the time!" He started singing again and Angelina wondered if she hadn't made a mistake teaching it to him. She took him back to the ship and locked him in his room, where he could still be heard, singing away.
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