Disclaimer: I don't own Captain Jack *sniff* or Barbossa or the crew of the
Black Pearl etc etc. Big Johnny and his girls are based on real people!
(Johnny Depp and the Deppette's). I don't own the real people (*sniff* for
Johnny, *phew* for the Deppette's!). Anyway legal crap blah blah blah. . .
get on with it people!!! Reviews always welcome! It's my first Pirates. . .
fanfic so be nice!!!
Stranded. Stuck on this tiny island by my mutinous crew. Left with nothing but a pistol and a single shot. Barbossa thinks I'll crack like so many before me! He obviously didn't reckon with the willpower of Captain Jack Sparrow! I'm going to escape this Godforsaken spit of land even if it means roping a couple of sea turtles with my own hair. . .from my back! And when I escape I'm going to fire this shot right into that traitor Barbossa's heart. Yep, I'll stay here as long as it takes. And I won't crack! After all I'm Captain Jack Sparrow!
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That pistol is looking better by the minute. Maybe revenge on Barbossa isn't such a good idea. That would bring me down to his level. Maybe I should just. . . pick. . .it. . .up. . .and. . .JACK! Mate, pull yourself together! It's only been 20 minutes! Hmmm, maybe I should go for a walk?
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JACKPOT! Whilst trying to stop myself turning round to end it all, I fell down a hole! After I got out of that and carried on walking I found a trapdoor! Now seeing as a) there was no-one around and b) I'm a pirate, I decided to delve into this mysterious cellar and that's where I found it. Rum! Lots and lots of rum! Sweet, lovely rum! Daren't leave this spot. May never find it again. But I need to be down on the beach in case of passing ships. Ah! I have an idea!
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*hic* Marked my way back from *hic* rum den. I can't *hic* remember what with. Sure it will *hic* come back to me. Hmmm, am *hic* sure I was vertical just a moment ago?
Stranded. Stuck on this tiny island by my mutinous crew. Left with nothing but a pistol and a single shot. Barbossa thinks I'll crack like so many before me! He obviously didn't reckon with the willpower of Captain Jack Sparrow! I'm going to escape this Godforsaken spit of land even if it means roping a couple of sea turtles with my own hair. . .from my back! And when I escape I'm going to fire this shot right into that traitor Barbossa's heart. Yep, I'll stay here as long as it takes. And I won't crack! After all I'm Captain Jack Sparrow!
* * *
That pistol is looking better by the minute. Maybe revenge on Barbossa isn't such a good idea. That would bring me down to his level. Maybe I should just. . . pick. . .it. . .up. . .and. . .JACK! Mate, pull yourself together! It's only been 20 minutes! Hmmm, maybe I should go for a walk?
* * *
JACKPOT! Whilst trying to stop myself turning round to end it all, I fell down a hole! After I got out of that and carried on walking I found a trapdoor! Now seeing as a) there was no-one around and b) I'm a pirate, I decided to delve into this mysterious cellar and that's where I found it. Rum! Lots and lots of rum! Sweet, lovely rum! Daren't leave this spot. May never find it again. But I need to be down on the beach in case of passing ships. Ah! I have an idea!
* * *
*hic* Marked my way back from *hic* rum den. I can't *hic* remember what with. Sure it will *hic* come back to me. Hmmm, am *hic* sure I was vertical just a moment ago?