Reason's Got Nothing to do With it
By: By Nefhiriel Brelgonwen Vódia
Rating: G
Intro: Doesn't the title about explain it all? It's a little snippet that takes place right after Jack and Will "commandeered" the Interceptor. A rather pointless snippet I might add, with pointless conversation, and a pointless plot, did I mention that this is pointless? Oh well, I happen to think pointless can be fun (I hope you think so too). Besides, half the dialogue is ramblings from our favorite Cap'in Jack – got to love that guy! My first PotC fan fic, so I *really* need reviews.
A/N: I want to get as many points of view as possible, so please R&R for me!
On with the story...
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The H.M.S. Interceptor rose and fell on the gently rolling swells. The Western sky was dazzlingly bright with the last blushing remnants of the sunset. In the East stars were just beginning to dot the horizon.
Two figures could be seen at the stern of the ship, Captain Jack Sparrow was at the helm and beside him sat his newest acquaintance, Will Turner. Will had his sword out of it's scabbard and was carefully looking down the blade, wiping it clean with a piece of cloth. Jack stood by the wheel, occasionally turning it left or right, and staring across the expanse of peaceful waters. Will was fully immersed in cleaning his sword, and didn't notice when Jack started watching him.
"Is that all you do in your spare time?" the pirate asked, slightly slurring his words, as usual.
"What?" Will asked, looking up from his sword. He had been so absorbed in his own thoughts he had hardly realized the silence had been broken.
"I said, is that all you do in your spare time? I mean, swords an' all – you make 'em, use 'em, fix 'em, clean 'em..."
"Yes."
Silence descended, but only for a moment. Just when Will though he would be left to his own thoughts, Jack began again:
"What do you mean, 'yes'? That's all that's all you're going to say?"
Will slid his sword back into his sheath and put his hand to his forehead.
"Look, obviously you have never heard of one syllable answers. Where I come from they are used quite often."
"What a pity, you must have simply awful communication problems."
"Is this all *you* do in your spare time?" Jack gave him a puzzled expression. "Talking." he clarified.
"Just looking for a little elaboration, mate, no need to get all upset." he exclaimed, pulling out a compass out and gazing at it for a minute before putting it back. He muttered under his breath: "Obviously this one gets a bit grouchy at night..."
"What did you say? Seriously, sometimes it's next to impossible to understand you." Will said, shaking his head.
"Me? – hard to understand?" Jack said innocently. Will rolled his eyes.
"You said it, not me. Now you're getting off track, what was it you were saying just now?"
"Nothing."
"I *know* you're talking about me, what did you say?"
"How did you know *that*?"
"So you admit you were talking about me?"
Jack cursed under his breath.
"I said: Obviously this one gets a bit grouchy at night!" he said, wildly gesturing at Will. "Happy?"
"Are you going to talk or steer?"
"Both, why?"
"If you *must* talk with your hands, Jack, you really should limit yourself to one. At least when you're trying to steer a ship."
"*Captain* Captain Jack Sparrow – how many times must I tell you people – it's Captain!"
"Maybe nobody calls you 'Captain' because you don't act or sound much like a normal captain."
"Well I'm not a *normal* captain, I'm the famous Captain Jack Sparrow."
"Don't you mean *infamous*."
"What's that supposed to mean? Of course I mean *famous*, I have been Captain of many ships."
"And lost many more, apparently your last one as well."
"I'm gonna get it back!" he said resentfully, looking at Will out of the corner of his eye. "Let me tell you a story, luv, to explain me self."
Will groaned, but Jack continued undaunted.
"There I was, surrounded by ten fierce pirates, and me just having got me sea legs an all. But I knew that I must protect the Captain at all costs, so I pulled out me sword and began to defend me self."
Encouraged by the interested and serious look on Will's face he continued telling his adventure.
"I took down the first seven easily and while five of them cowards huddled in a corner I killed the other three and then took the rest on – now how's that for bravery, mate? You can't blame me that eventually they gained the upper hand and took the ship, I did me part."
"First you fought with seven?" Will asked, looking intently at Jack.
"Right." Jack nodded in the affirmative.
"Then you killed three more?"
"Right again." he smiled proudly.
"And then you took on five more?"
"Still right on."
"But that makes fifteen – not ten."
Jack held up his fingers and counted to himself.
"How very observant of you."
"What about the five extra pirates?"
"Well his friends joined him!"
"Tell me the actual story, how many others helped you?"
"The *actual* story! What do you mean the *actual* story!" Jack said indignantly.
"I mean *actual* as in: factual, legitimate, true, real , accurate, correct, authentic – need I say more?"
Jack sulked.
"Honestly mate, sometimes I think you have absolutely no faith in me at all. I'm hurt, luv, I though that I'd found a friend as actually believed me." Jack said feigning great disappointment.
"You mean you thought you had actually found a friend naïve enough to believe your stories."
Will laughed as the flustered pirate tried to say more. He had a feeling that it was hard to get Jack flustered, he really should take advantage of the situation.
This pirate was certainly a hard one to figure out, earlier that day he had been threatening to throw him in the ocean, now he was talking amiably with him and telling stories. Somehow he wanted to trust this complex pirate, but could he? He wondered much about his past, but doubted that there was a way to get a strait story out of him. He would just *have* to trust him, a thing he hated to do when it was Elizabeth's life that was on the line. Will watched the silhouetted form before him sway back and forth, using his peculiar gestures as he talked to put emphases on certain words. Even in the gathering dark he could still see the red bandanna that the pirate wore around his head, and occasionally caught the sparkle of the dying sun, reflecting off one of the gold objects in his hair. There was something strangely amusing, and strangely endearing about Captain Jack Sparrow.
By: By Nefhiriel Brelgonwen Vódia
Rating: G
Intro: Doesn't the title about explain it all? It's a little snippet that takes place right after Jack and Will "commandeered" the Interceptor. A rather pointless snippet I might add, with pointless conversation, and a pointless plot, did I mention that this is pointless? Oh well, I happen to think pointless can be fun (I hope you think so too). Besides, half the dialogue is ramblings from our favorite Cap'in Jack – got to love that guy! My first PotC fan fic, so I *really* need reviews.
A/N: I want to get as many points of view as possible, so please R&R for me!
On with the story...
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The H.M.S. Interceptor rose and fell on the gently rolling swells. The Western sky was dazzlingly bright with the last blushing remnants of the sunset. In the East stars were just beginning to dot the horizon.
Two figures could be seen at the stern of the ship, Captain Jack Sparrow was at the helm and beside him sat his newest acquaintance, Will Turner. Will had his sword out of it's scabbard and was carefully looking down the blade, wiping it clean with a piece of cloth. Jack stood by the wheel, occasionally turning it left or right, and staring across the expanse of peaceful waters. Will was fully immersed in cleaning his sword, and didn't notice when Jack started watching him.
"Is that all you do in your spare time?" the pirate asked, slightly slurring his words, as usual.
"What?" Will asked, looking up from his sword. He had been so absorbed in his own thoughts he had hardly realized the silence had been broken.
"I said, is that all you do in your spare time? I mean, swords an' all – you make 'em, use 'em, fix 'em, clean 'em..."
"Yes."
Silence descended, but only for a moment. Just when Will though he would be left to his own thoughts, Jack began again:
"What do you mean, 'yes'? That's all that's all you're going to say?"
Will slid his sword back into his sheath and put his hand to his forehead.
"Look, obviously you have never heard of one syllable answers. Where I come from they are used quite often."
"What a pity, you must have simply awful communication problems."
"Is this all *you* do in your spare time?" Jack gave him a puzzled expression. "Talking." he clarified.
"Just looking for a little elaboration, mate, no need to get all upset." he exclaimed, pulling out a compass out and gazing at it for a minute before putting it back. He muttered under his breath: "Obviously this one gets a bit grouchy at night..."
"What did you say? Seriously, sometimes it's next to impossible to understand you." Will said, shaking his head.
"Me? – hard to understand?" Jack said innocently. Will rolled his eyes.
"You said it, not me. Now you're getting off track, what was it you were saying just now?"
"Nothing."
"I *know* you're talking about me, what did you say?"
"How did you know *that*?"
"So you admit you were talking about me?"
Jack cursed under his breath.
"I said: Obviously this one gets a bit grouchy at night!" he said, wildly gesturing at Will. "Happy?"
"Are you going to talk or steer?"
"Both, why?"
"If you *must* talk with your hands, Jack, you really should limit yourself to one. At least when you're trying to steer a ship."
"*Captain* Captain Jack Sparrow – how many times must I tell you people – it's Captain!"
"Maybe nobody calls you 'Captain' because you don't act or sound much like a normal captain."
"Well I'm not a *normal* captain, I'm the famous Captain Jack Sparrow."
"Don't you mean *infamous*."
"What's that supposed to mean? Of course I mean *famous*, I have been Captain of many ships."
"And lost many more, apparently your last one as well."
"I'm gonna get it back!" he said resentfully, looking at Will out of the corner of his eye. "Let me tell you a story, luv, to explain me self."
Will groaned, but Jack continued undaunted.
"There I was, surrounded by ten fierce pirates, and me just having got me sea legs an all. But I knew that I must protect the Captain at all costs, so I pulled out me sword and began to defend me self."
Encouraged by the interested and serious look on Will's face he continued telling his adventure.
"I took down the first seven easily and while five of them cowards huddled in a corner I killed the other three and then took the rest on – now how's that for bravery, mate? You can't blame me that eventually they gained the upper hand and took the ship, I did me part."
"First you fought with seven?" Will asked, looking intently at Jack.
"Right." Jack nodded in the affirmative.
"Then you killed three more?"
"Right again." he smiled proudly.
"And then you took on five more?"
"Still right on."
"But that makes fifteen – not ten."
Jack held up his fingers and counted to himself.
"How very observant of you."
"What about the five extra pirates?"
"Well his friends joined him!"
"Tell me the actual story, how many others helped you?"
"The *actual* story! What do you mean the *actual* story!" Jack said indignantly.
"I mean *actual* as in: factual, legitimate, true, real , accurate, correct, authentic – need I say more?"
Jack sulked.
"Honestly mate, sometimes I think you have absolutely no faith in me at all. I'm hurt, luv, I though that I'd found a friend as actually believed me." Jack said feigning great disappointment.
"You mean you thought you had actually found a friend naïve enough to believe your stories."
Will laughed as the flustered pirate tried to say more. He had a feeling that it was hard to get Jack flustered, he really should take advantage of the situation.
This pirate was certainly a hard one to figure out, earlier that day he had been threatening to throw him in the ocean, now he was talking amiably with him and telling stories. Somehow he wanted to trust this complex pirate, but could he? He wondered much about his past, but doubted that there was a way to get a strait story out of him. He would just *have* to trust him, a thing he hated to do when it was Elizabeth's life that was on the line. Will watched the silhouetted form before him sway back and forth, using his peculiar gestures as he talked to put emphases on certain words. Even in the gathering dark he could still see the red bandanna that the pirate wore around his head, and occasionally caught the sparkle of the dying sun, reflecting off one of the gold objects in his hair. There was something strangely amusing, and strangely endearing about Captain Jack Sparrow.