I got hit with a rabbid plot bunny. Turned out to be a very good plot bunny. And a long one. 32 pages and no end in sight. Ah well. I'm having fun writting this story. I need help keeping Jack in character, so if anyone feels like smaking me with a stick because of Jack, please feel free.
Enjoy!
"Allo mate! Ya hangin' in there all right?" Jack Sparrow, mutinied captain of the Black Pearl, opened his eyes and starred up at the young braconnier.
"Not especially," he croaked.
"Been marooned eh?" the rum runner asked. Jack felt his eyes prick.
"My ship," he squeaked. The runner cocked his head.
"Rum?" he offered his canteen. Jack reached up and took it.
"We're off soon, need a lift anywhere?" the runner asked.
"Does it look like I have any other means of getting myself to anywhere remotely populated?" Jack asked testily.
"You could rope a few sea turtles together," the young man suggested.
"With what rope?" Jack retorted.
"Got a point mate," he held out his hand. Jack took it and hefted himself up.
"Name's Laurie Francis," the runner said.
"Isn't that a girl's name?" Jack asked. Laurie's face fell.
"Me mum wanted a girl, but she got me and named me Laurie Francis," he wailed.
"FRANNY! GET YOUR BLOODY RUMP OFF THE ISLAND AND ONTO THE SHIP!" the rum runner's captain hollered.
"Coming Capt'n!" Laurie called back and gestured to Jack.
"You coming?" he asked. Jack shrugged.
"Got nothing else to do," he muttered and they boarded the Jolly Drinker.
Lightning flashed and waves threatened to engulf the ship. Jack leaned closer to a drenched Laurie.
"This ain't a normal storm," he remarked.
"It isn't?" Laurie shouted back. Jack pointed.
"Do most storms have lizards controlling them?" he asked.
"Where?" A wave crashed against the bow, its black body rising into the eeily glowing night sky. Another wave rolled nearer. In the gap between the two waves, a giant, lizard-like head rose above the sea. Everyone on the deck froze as the dragon's head rotated on an equally thick neck towards them, yellow eyes glowing.
"Oh lord bless our souls," some breathed. The lizard roared its mouth full of razor sharp white teeth.
"I'm assuming we're dead?" Laurie asked.
The ship snapped in half beneath them.
Shall I continue? Is it good? Flame worthy?