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AN:
This is just a drabble but I'm hoping to continue it when my tight schedule loosened a bit. Hope you enjoy. R & R
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Chapter One
How to Turn a Stupid Excuse to a Brilliant One
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Captain Jack Sparrow stared at the navy officer with a blank expression. They were standing at a dock in Port Sally, the closest port in Tortuga. They have been standing there for what seemed like fifteen minutes and everyone was staring at them like a bloody circus show.
"You're.. not Captain Jack Sparrow?"
Jack's nose twitched. "No, I'm not." He leaned back and raised his chin in intimidation. The soldier, however, seemed unfazed as he gave him a troubled frown. "How.. odd."
Jack rolled his eyes. The man had been speaking in a speed faster than the oldest man he had ever met. And Good'ol Mr. Smith could make a simple and short sentence within ten minutes. The officer bested him for a minute shorter which was not entirely best for Jack. He had to find Gibbs and his sideshow fortune teller whatever her name was.
"But you look exactly like the one sketched here." He handed him the folded paper. Jack took the paper and unfolded it. True enough, the sketch was him. It was even very detailed from the dark knoll under his eyes, the bandana around his head, and to the braided goatee in his chin. Whoever sketched it had some talent.
"Let me see.. hmm." He turned the paper from different directions. He put it near his face and then far. He raised it in the sky and turned it up side down. Finally, he turned to the soldier. "The nose is fatter... see here?" He pointed at the paper then at his nose. "That's not my nose." The officer opened his mouth but Jack raised his pointer finger at him. "The eyes however.."
"What about the eyes?" The officer muttered.
Jack rubbed his chin as he looked at the paper. "It looks nice.. " He nodded appreciatively before adding, "but bigger! My eyes doesn't look like that."
He handed the paper back to the officer, shaking his head. "Nope, not me. I'm afraid you had the wrong guy." The officer looked down at the paper; confusion etched his face. After a few seconds of contemplation, he raised his head. Jack was already a few meters away, shoving the sailors that blocked his path.
"Hey! Stop!" The officer ran after him.
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